I have been thinking lately about the kind of girl I am, who I want to be.
I sometimes wonder if all writers are as overly-sentimental in their thoughts as I am, or if that is just part of...the kind of girl I am.
Either way, here is what I have come up with:
I'm the kind of girl who loves sleep, but isn't lazy. I hate getting out of bed in the morning, but I'm never grouchy once I do.
I'm the kind of girl who attempted to stay awake through a migraine, a high fever, and an overdose of sleep medication on Saturday because Space Jam came on TV.
I'm the kind of girl who, instead of vacuuming my car, will get an oil change so that jiffy lube will do it for me.
I'm the kind of girl who has carted a cracked computer through six countries and nearly four semesters because getting another one would involve admitting that I know as much about computers as Brandon Davies knows about not getting kicked off the #3 team in the nation.
I'm the kind of girl who went to physical science three times the entire semester because it came before 10 a.m. and somehow passed with a decent B-.
I'm the kind of girl who knows exactly what I want from life. (If we are, by chance, discussing boys, please believe the opposite.)
I'm the kind of girl who has a religion.