Brianna

(Insert correct # here) facts about me:

I pronounce mustache like 'moo-stache.'

Food. Just..... food. Food = happiness.

Mornings hate me as much as I hate them. We could hate each other in peace if school didn't start so frickin' early.

I also hate homework (which is why I'm here rather than doing calculus homework or studying for that  big behind U.S. History test tomorrow).

And I hate school.

And going outside...

...The above four things make me worry about how the h-e-double-hockey-sticks I'm going to survive as an adult on this planet. 

I'm an introvert... I was likely a turtle in some previous life.

I'm so extremely awkward, but somehow people still find me appealing. *insertshrughere*

Sometimes my head gets stuck so far in the clouds that I forget where I am or what I'm supposed to be doing.

The above happens at the most inconvenient of moments; like during a test, or in the middle of an extremely serious conversation.

I wish that I could be blunt. But no. I feel too guilty too easily to actually say anything to anyone without fearing that I could be hurting their feelings.

This is the majority of what goes on in my brain: blah blah, zoning out, blah blah blah, slowly lowering your ability to pay attention to the world around you, blah.