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I don't know how many times I've done an "About me", too many in my opinion, but I'm bored, so here we go again. I'm carmyboy. I don't know why I'd say such a stupid thing in an about me, but I'm sticking to it. Right. I'm carmyboy. My real name has letters in it. Seven in the first name, seven in the last. That means that if you guess every letter in my name, you have a 1 in 8031810176 chance of getting it right, which means the chances of getting my entire name right are 1 in approximately 1606362035. But enough of that. If you hadn't already noticed, I ain't entirely normal. Now, I ain't saying that in a "I'M ORIGINAL, TALK TO ME" bullshit kind of way. I probably won't give a s**t what you think. I ain't saying THAT in a "I DON'T GIVE A s**t ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE, I AM BETTER, OR ACT LIKE I THINK I AM" kind of way. That's annoying. I do care to some degree, I suppose. Maybe I'm contradicting myself in your eyes, in my mind it makes sense. If you care to know how, you'll probably ask.

I guess you're wondering what I look like. I'm gonna post a pic. YAY, right? If you actually DID say YAY, don't click the link, you're not the kind of person I want seeing it. Who gets that hyped up about seeing some loser's face? Weirdo. Right, this is me. Happy now? Cause I am. Damn sexy right? See that? My try at a self esteem. I realize how antisocial I seem, it's like a deterrent really. If you can't take exaggerated amounts of sarcasm and wittiness, you probably won't like talking to me. If you don't like those things but reading this is making me seem interesting... well this obviously is counterproductive. ANYWAY, I'm pretty chilaxed I suppose. Okay, I'm not, but I like using the word. It's just fun to use. I'm fun I guess, or fun to talk too. Not too reserved, I got a big mouth. I like boobs, mommy, if you read this, ignore that last part. Oh, right, before I go further, my mom is on gaia. Yes, my MOM. I like talking to people, I get along better with girls, I dunno, I hate ham fests. I talk to a few guys. Guys who can take s**t. I give a lot of s**t. Not serious s**t, but s**t that can be taken seriously. Oh, don't take what I say too seriously, unless it's advice. I only give advice when I give a s**t. I only give a s**t when I see you're worth giving a s**t about. I don't like to watch friends drive into the ditch, they mean something to me. People I don't know are different, unless they're doing something unacceptable in my books. Then I have to say something, it's what I do. My urge. Bope.

I like my friends. A lot. I got a lot of good ones, lost a lot of good ones, gonna meet a lot of good ones. I have a habit of meeting great people. Or maybe it's the fact that I meet so many people at least SOME of them have to be great. Either way, I'm happy. I have lots of great friends, like Ruth, Julian, Abigale, Michelle, and The Pirate, Those are my mainies. My groupies. Well... not to much a group, but still. I love em. Don't get jealous. I know you won't. Hope you won't. If you are, something is wrong. I mean Jeez, again, I'm a bit of a loser, don't obsess over me. Get over it Person. I have a habit of taking people off my friends list. I do it often. If I don't see someone on I just PLOP em out and that's that. Unless I start talking to them that is. My friends list is a place for friends, not people I've MET. It's people I enjoy talking too, not some hams I posted with for five minutes. I also forget names a lot. And faces, Seriously. It's ridiculous really, I forget my own name sometimes, so don't be offended. I only remember names that stick with me. If you haven't spoken to me in awhile I've probably forgotten your name. But hey, it's Carmy you're talking too.

I have lots of hobbies, I won't name em, but they're there. I ain't all that boring, I have a life outside of gaia. I know you're probably asking yourself "REALLY!?!?!?!" with all those unnecessary exclamation marks and question marks. Yes, I have a life outside of Gaia. Amazing right? I know you don't care. This is a filler really, until my train of thought comes back, or whatever train of thought I originally had going. I hate lots of things. If I met myself, I'd probably hate myself to be frank, but I love me. I love being me, not KNOWING me. I hate suck ups, pity suckers, douches, dillweeds, the works. I hate people who don't give a rats a**, I hate people who ACT like they don't give a rats a** MORE. Listen, if you care, ******** SHOW IT, Jesus Christ. I mean seriously, you can't Goddamn show you care? What, you think people will kill you for it? Grow up... Growing up... it's a beautiful thing. I love seeing my Grandpa's white hair and wrinkles. He's a crazy old man, but he's a surviving crazy old man who's been there. He's BEEN there. I can't help but respect my elders. It's like a curse. They just know more. I can't defy until I grow older. Believe me, they're always right. Whenever I'm about to do something and they tell me not too, I don't do it. Simple as that. I learned the hard way. I don't do stupid things. Let this be a lesson, until you know, don't. Until you know.... just don't. Maybe I'm being naive, maybe your situation's different, I really don't know until I get to know you do I? This is my experience. What I've learned. I really don't know. I mean, parents have been there... done that. You say times have changed, but how much? Enough to make that much of a difference? My parents call s**t before it happens, like psychics. I mean DAYUM.

I guess I should write a little something about talents... for my self esteem of course. Gotta do SOMETHING for my image. I'm tearing myself up here. I do poetry, I don't show it unless I'm comfortable, and I ain't comfortable often, or comfortable with many people. I draw, not amazing, but I enjoy it. I like to talk and write as well. I mean write stories and socialize. I have a thing for it. People are like my collection. Not in a weird way, in an appreciative sort of way. Like... the people I hang around with represent me. You are who they are in a sense. Who you chose to associate yourself with. Like my better friends Ruth and Julian. I aint gonna go all mushy and say how fantastic they are and all, that to me is kinda cheesy, but I will say they're dependable. I can tell em anything. They're also completely different. Ruth is more... I dunno, can you call it calm? Cool? No, not cool, but definitely chilaxed. Whoops, there's that word again. Chilaxed, great isn't it? But yeah, I tell her whatever, and she gets where I come from. Same goes for Julian, but we're different. Ruth is my great ******** fantastic friend, Julian's more of a brother, Seriously, sometimes we bicker, but we got each others back. The mans my wings, Aldo's my feet, and Rick's my dic-... well you get the point. Man, what am I writing? I'm either wise or retarded, or neither. My God. Maybe I'm dumb? Bope. Ask my friends I guess. My good ones anyway. The people who know me.

I have a sort of split personality, I don't mean the kind of person who goes from eating stake with his family to MAKING steak of his family, I mean I can be different depending on what's up. Maybe I'm bipolar? I dunno, I decide my mood sometimes. Like, if I'm feeling the s**t, I just tell myself to feel better and it happens. But I forget to sometimes, and that makes me boring. Seriously, I'm boring when I'm not in a good mood. Not MEAN. I mean BORING. It's stupid. I'm like a freaking mope. But hey, who's perfect? Julian? Hell no. Heheh... joking bud, I love you. Oh, yeah, I say I love you a lot. but usually in caps. Caps means like, lower case means... well... either ******** amazing buddy love, or a lil more. Never too much though, I don't do online s**t. Bad experiences with it. Not worth it... They just... don't last...

But yeah, I'm tired of writing, Just aint feeling it. Hope you enjoyed it. I sure didn't. Don't know why I changed it. Okay, I do know why. It was to make myself seem wittier. But hey, it worked didn't it?