I am not a sane person.
I'm not.
Whether it be because of my parents, my family or circumstance alone, I've developed several personality traits that are unique, mildly disturbing and just very problematic.
People don't see this most of the time, because I usually won't give people THAT much time to get to know me to reach the point where they notice these particular faults. A while ago, I just smiled and cut them short. It was good because people always thought I was a great person, but it was bad because I didn't really give people the chance to reject me when they found out how totally nuts I was. It's HILARIOUS.
Those who have continued being my friends through thick and thin, sometimes deal with huge mood swings, split personalities, and an unhealthy amount of drama which, let's face it, would scare the T-Rex from Jurassic Park back into the cretaceous period.
Just to be clear. I'm not bipolar. I just happen to like two very different things, which at a certain point one calls for the other. I love modelling, designing, and decorating. That's the artist part of me.
I also happen to love computers and technically... I'm a geek in the body of a hot model. That's what it basically amounts to.
Just in case though... I took the personality quiz.
It turns out I'm a ENFJ!! I am "THE GIVER".
:O Whao. This test is pretty accurate. I'm reading it and it turns out I'm not the only weirdo like me out there. That makes me feel MUCH better.
ENFJ's are so externally focused that it's especially important for them to spend time alone. This can be difficult for some ENFJs, because they have the tendency to be hard on themselves and turn to dark thoughts when alone. Consequently, ENFJs might avoid being alone, and fill their lives with activities involving other people. ENFJs tend to define their life's direction and priorities according to other people's needs, and may not be aware of their own needs. It's natural to their personality type that they will tend to place other people's needs above their own, but they need to stay aware of their own needs so that they don't sacrifice themselves in their drive to help others.
That is SO TRUE! OMG.
Scary.
Anyways. My original point in WRITING this post was simply to thank the people who Do deal with me in a daily basis. If it weren't for you people I'd be totally crazy (and not just HALF crazy like I'm now). so thanks! :)
Ethan, love you baby! <3
Wonderland
I've just returned from the most wonderful weekend with my boyfriend, Ethan.
It basically seemed like a late Christmas/Birthday gift from God!
Well, truthfully, the week ahd begun a tad bit on the wrong side. We'd had one of those dumb little fights that basically ignite from nowhere and turn into something and then you wish you'd never brought anything up. That kind of fight.
But, as they say, from everything bad you learn a good lesson. In this case, it was much more than a lesson, it was a firm committment. We both agreed that we were passionate towards each other and that we also had a high level of intimacy and that we were halfway to reaching a perfectly balanced and secure level of committment.
It started off by me meeting his parents, Jack and Amber. They are if not, the most incredible people I've ever met. They're kind, joyous, extremely nice, charming, and sweet people. Amber is downright admirable (a marine biologist), and Jack is the owner of a shipping company (or in Amber's words "the captain of a bad ship"). It was endearing. I fell in love with them immediately. Maybe it's because my family is so very out of the ordinary that it felt wonderful to meet them and get that warm sense of belonging. They stayed over for a week and then returned to Australia.
Then came the plans of going to the beach.
It was wonderful. Foxy Lady was in Wonderland. For starters, I loveeee the beach. I love the beach because I love beach fashion. I love wearing bikinis and showing off my sexy body! :D I also love wearing those beautiful and cute beach hats. I love beach sandals, dark glasses, and of course the rubbing sun lotion part of the deal. The beach is perfect! Point period! I love the feel of the sun against my skin and enjoying the cold water (and in my case, the going into the beach and having a swim with most probably the sexiest man evah, aka, my boyfriend).
Of course, the beach wasn't without incidents. My father decided to show up along with some friends. I'm not too comfy with my father yet, but he's making a grand effort of being "the best daddy" and proving his worth. He's doing a pretty good job. I can't complain. I didn't give Ethan too much time to prepare for THAT. But, my father isn't as big of a deal as meeting my brother. Now, THAT, will be an event (Eric Delton is as possessive as they come with me, his little sister, though I'm older than he is).
Anyways, it was fantastic.
Right now I love my life more than ever. I really really do.
It basically seemed like a late Christmas/Birthday gift from God!
Well, truthfully, the week ahd begun a tad bit on the wrong side. We'd had one of those dumb little fights that basically ignite from nowhere and turn into something and then you wish you'd never brought anything up. That kind of fight.
But, as they say, from everything bad you learn a good lesson. In this case, it was much more than a lesson, it was a firm committment. We both agreed that we were passionate towards each other and that we also had a high level of intimacy and that we were halfway to reaching a perfectly balanced and secure level of committment.
It started off by me meeting his parents, Jack and Amber. They are if not, the most incredible people I've ever met. They're kind, joyous, extremely nice, charming, and sweet people. Amber is downright admirable (a marine biologist), and Jack is the owner of a shipping company (or in Amber's words "the captain of a bad ship"). It was endearing. I fell in love with them immediately. Maybe it's because my family is so very out of the ordinary that it felt wonderful to meet them and get that warm sense of belonging. They stayed over for a week and then returned to Australia.
Then came the plans of going to the beach.
It was wonderful. Foxy Lady was in Wonderland. For starters, I loveeee the beach. I love the beach because I love beach fashion. I love wearing bikinis and showing off my sexy body! :D I also love wearing those beautiful and cute beach hats. I love beach sandals, dark glasses, and of course the rubbing sun lotion part of the deal. The beach is perfect! Point period! I love the feel of the sun against my skin and enjoying the cold water (and in my case, the going into the beach and having a swim with most probably the sexiest man evah, aka, my boyfriend).
Of course, the beach wasn't without incidents. My father decided to show up along with some friends. I'm not too comfy with my father yet, but he's making a grand effort of being "the best daddy" and proving his worth. He's doing a pretty good job. I can't complain. I didn't give Ethan too much time to prepare for THAT. But, my father isn't as big of a deal as meeting my brother. Now, THAT, will be an event (Eric Delton is as possessive as they come with me, his little sister, though I'm older than he is).
Anyways, it was fantastic.
Right now I love my life more than ever. I really really do.
