I apologize to all those who never got a reply from me in the past year. I feel guilty neglecting to reply to your messages.
Anyway, don't have the time or patience to type out a whole new bio, so read on if you'd like, but it's probably pretty inaccurate.**
I'm Margaret. =] I was born and raised in New Orleans. Or rather, Kenner/New Orleans East/Metairie, which are basically the suburbs surrounding the actual city of New Orleans. When I tell people I'm from New Orleans, naturally they think I'm some sort of party animal who's been drinking since the age of 5 and flashing Mardi Gras floats since I grew tits.
I should also mention, I'm quite crass and foul-mouthed at times. And also very dirty-minded. And if I am with you, then that means I'm probably quite comfortable around you lol. I've been wondering if I should cut back on cursing... but I dunno, do I really want to change that just 'cause it's not exactly socially accepted? I suppose it does help me filter out the prudes. Lol just kidding... except I'm not, haha. Well, sort of. =P
But anyway, I'm not going out clubbing every night downtown despite the fact that it's really the only thing to do here. I'm very shy and awkward at first lol. But I tend to warm up sooner or later, depending on how quickly things can feel less awkward... and that usually depends on how well I can relate with the other person. And unfortunately, that seldom happens. =/ Boohoo, right? lol
I've been pretty sheltered, thanks to my parents. But it's partly my fault too, I probably should've rebelled a bit more. It's difficult though, with the humongous cultural gap between my parents and myself. They're from a different generation, different country, different culture. (They're really old too, haha.) Which means we disagree with each other on absolutely everything. Though sometimes, I disagree with them just for the hell of it. Rebellion is fun!
See, I'm in a really good mood right now, which is why I chose to type up a decent self-summary. =P But trust me, I am not this nice all the time. What's that 90's song? "I'm a bitch/I'm a lover/I'm a child/I'm a mother..." yadda yadda. I just looked it up, seems like Alanis Morissette sings that song, haha. I'm pretty much as fickle as that song describes, and I sometimes wonder if I'll develop schizophrenia. (That would suck. And yes, I'm a little ridiculous, but who doesn't have an outrageous thought every now and then?)
I can be hyper/jaded, idealistic/pessimistic, compassionate/critical, easy-going (but never quite carefree)/nervous, graceful/clumsy, humorous/deadpan, intellectually stimulating! (hopefully!)/ditsy and ignorant (usually with "real world" stuff), argumentative/complacent... of course, I could go on and on. I sometimes used to feel like this horrible squiggly ball of hypocrisy. Kinda like the mess of scribbles that form above Woodstock, the little yellow bird from Peanuts/Charlie Brown, when he falls. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, I found a YouTube clip lol. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTssF_NYusQ The squigglies come up at 0:15 =] ) I guess I did list some of my "faults", but people have moods. I just sort of shift through mine quicker, haha.
J'ai pris la classe de Francais V AP dans l'annee terminale mais mon francais est si mal/(mauvais?) que je suis tres... (embarrassed).
So, yeah that took me about 2, 3 minutes to type that. I'm *that* bad at French. I don't even want to know how many grammatical errors I made, but hey, I gave it a shot.
I am understanding, lazylazylazy, and self-aware