gnarlydork

the bubble will burst and all rich people will leave their fancy-schmany houses …. and I CAN FINALLY BUY A HOUSE!
The average price is ridiciolous! 600,000 for three bedrooms (that are SMALL), one crappy bathroom, a SMALL backyard with no grass, and no garage…!
I am not going to live in outskirts of San Diego (No thanks to El Cajon, National City, Oceanside or Ramona!). I born and grew up in SAN DIEGO, and dammit I am gonna live and DIE in San Diego if it will break my piggy-bank!

Nobody knew that I can read and type webpages from scratch with those html codes. Nobody knew I have a lot of ‘cyber-friends’. Nobody knew I blog. Nobody knew that I visit several online forums and post frequent.
But… with myspace—it has become more and MORE obvious as my friends discover the link to my blog, see those “strangers” on my friends list that they never meet (and I never meet in person as well!), and the most OBVIOUS evidence that I am a nerd—I help them designing their myspace profiles when they got a glitch with a layout they found at some stupid website where they attach the stupid logo… I told them that they can change their font size, remove that stupid logo and everything…
gasp I have been exposed.
I am coming out. I confess. I am a nerd.

I chopped off 13 inches of my hair when I was 16 after breaking it off with an ex. Why? because I was fed-up with people (included my ex)’s judgements that I was this valley-girl (I got blonde hair, blue eyes, and long hair—and all suddenly I am a valley girl??) who was vain, dumb, and snob… People kept commenting on how beatiful my long hair (even strangers would come up to me!) so that was the beginning of my little “anarchy/punk/rebel” phase where I just tried to be UGLY… it failed. People then commented on how CUTE I looked with my short hair. I dyed it red. Still “cute” and “whimsical” etc… So I am giving up. I want to go back to my long hair. I loved my long hair because all things I could do with it—french braids, buns, twisties, and many more. Short hair is impossible to dress up without zillions of barettes and clips.
I just want to be able to french-braid my damn hair!

(It is past my shoulders … I am gonna to stop my hair after it cover up my chest. then dye it red. Yeah, baby, yeah!)