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I'm Kristen. I'm weird. I play drums. I drool over accents. I love music. I dislike homework. I can't focus for extended periods of time. I enjoy dinosaurs. I like to color pictures. I go to high school and remain firm in the belief if I retain my low mental age, I can remain a child. I want to be a psychologist. I can spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I can also speak broken Spanish. I'm not a teacher's pet. I get above average grades. I consider anyone I can have a conversation with a friend. I write short stories, no-plot imaginative stories, poems, plotted stories, and musical notation. I like all kinds of music, but I can't understand rap and hip-hop. I have old-fashioned customs. I understand things most believe over my head. I watch children's programs. I have no opposition to other's opinion, though I'd fight forever over whether mine is better or not. I hate being wrong. I say I'm a cannibal, but I'm not. I think this is really long, and if you're still reading, you're either a stalker or you get some twisted humor out of this. I consider myself to be a logical and irrational dork. I wear glasses and non-skinny-tight jeans. I am extremely fascinated by facial hair. I have friends from all different cultures. I have many friends, and a few best friends. I call my posse the "Freakshow Disco." I stay up past my bedtime. I play in a bedroom band. I can't remember anything worth a crap. I like to give long explanations. I think you're a stalker now. ♥
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