Hubi-Boobie
female, 24 |
Teacher-Elementary
Portland / United States
member since 26.06.2007
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What is your favorite type of cookie?
I love oatmeal chocolate chip.
What do you like about the music you like?
Rather than ask the age old question, flight or invisibility, what if it were super strength or the ability to read minds? What would you choose?
I think I'd choose super strength.
Sex deprived? That’s why god created masturbation, porn, and internet dating, not flork.
Things that make me laugh?
-"I'm so hard core I'm not protected by the First Amendment or Miller v. California."
-Light sarcasm.
-Good Puns... if they even exist.
-Hypocrites. (which means everyone...)
Music?
I'm a Tool tool. I'll admit it. But variety is the spice of life, and that explains the rest of my music tastes. I'm really in to Ingrid Michaelson right now.
My name?
Tierra Incognito
Who am I?
I am NOT the kind of person who turns heads because my body looks like something strait off the front cover of some beauty magazine. One of my ex-boyfriends told me a year after we broke up: “when I first met you, I wasn’t particularly attracted to you. I thought you were nice looking but I didn’t think you were hot. Now I think your fucking beautiful.” I am not the kind of person who gets angry for no reason. I am not the kind of person who doesn’t care what other people think.
I AM the kind of person who you notice walking down the street because when I pass you, I smile, make eye contact, and say “Hello.” I think my face is my best physical features, not only because I like the way it looks, but also I like how expressive it is and how clearly you can tell how I’m feeling by my eyes.
I’m the kind of person who has friends that trust me with their lives AND their deepest secrets and aren’t afraid that my opinion of the latter will compromise my opinion of the former. I think coming to the point where you can tell the truth to your friends, family, and those around you should be a goal—not an absolute norm.
I spend too much time worrying about doing the right thing. I spend too much time explaining my actions to people who don’t care. I don’t spend enough time on my self. I tend to err on the workaholic side of things and don’t like to leave things undone or imperfect. I don’t mind mess and imperfection in my personal life.
I worry too much about other people. I am very good at reading other people’s emotions and sorting out their problems. I am very good at telling what other people want. I have no idea what I want and my problems often seem impossible. I don’t have any problem asking for help.
I think my impressions of people are correct. They often are. Sometimes they aren’t, and I’m ok with that. I often react to things that bother me after the fact. I am always looking for solutions to problems. I even look for solutions to problems that aren’t problems.
Sometimes I can’t bring myself to NOT care. I can take life too seriously. I think if you can't laugh at something and see how ridiculous everything is, then you shouldn't believe in it.
I don’t always answer my phone when it rings, and then I make up really dumb excuses when I call people back. I feel the most guilty about things I know I have no power over and aren’t my fault.
I laugh when I get frustrated. I don’t like my laugh. I love the way my smile feels, but hate how it looks. I sometimes get uncontrollable urges to hug people and hold them in my arms for extended periods of time. I judge people on their ability to give good hugs. I get frustrated with people who are easily frustrated.
I take jokes too far. I cry. I believe that things will always turn out ok, maybe not the way I wanted them to, or maybe not even a way I think is good. But they will turn out, and they will be ok… eventually.
All in all, I try my hardest to always do the right thing, even if in doing so I end up annoying everyone around me. My attempts to act cool often end awkwardly. I’m most comfortable around people I know very well and complete strangers; acquaintances intimidate me.
I love food. I think it is one of the best things this life has to offer. I love weather. I don’t mind small talk that leads to deep conversations.
Sometimes my skin is too thin, and the slightest things make me want to cry. I tell people that I have thick skin, but I don't.
My self-esteem and mood swings balance each other out. I can’t live without physical contact. I love humanity and all it’s frustrating imperfections.
I thought I would just put that out there... |
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