April 30, 2012

Sincerely, Me.

Good evening, beautiful souls. 

I decided that today I'll tell you a wee bit about myself. 

My name is Whitney (such a common name... I wish it was something like Victory or Serenity...).

I like to consider myself as the glass-half full" type of person.

My favorite accessory is a smile.

I read 24/7... it's my escape. Ever since I was little I have lived in books- mainly fantasy.

I am a farm-kid, hardcore. I live and breathe horses.

I play the guitar, piano (barely), and the throat. 

I am dramatic! My friends say I was destined for Hollywood (this makes me happy).

Some say I'm spontaneous, psycospasticawesome, and flavorful. I say I'm weird.

I have the best friends in the whole-wide-world and I love them to death.

My ultimate passion is Jesus Christ, He is my Savior and my best-friend. I live to worship and glorify Him.

My Utopia would be a mash-up of Narnia, Ellesmera, Hogwarts, Neverland, the Shire, and America 1950. 

I have a phobia of toads.

My record-player in my room is forever one of my dearest possessions.

My music taste is so bipolar that I confuse even Pandora.  

I love drawing.

I sing... all the time... I think it annoys some people, but I do it so much I don't even realize I'm singing.

I can't spell. (Thanks God for spell-check)

I love to laugh. Some say I laugh too much, but I don't think that's feasible. 

I adore coffee and tea. I might consume more coffee and tea then water.

I'm athletically retarded.

My room is for dancing, actually, pretty much any room I'm in is for dancing. 

I'm bad at dancing, ergo, that last post is embarrassing. 

I love photography.

If someone asked me to describe my daily life in three words they would be "That was awkward".

I have a red chair from 1970 that I'm infatuated with.

I wear lots of sweaters.

I have not a sister, but I have many brothers. 

I want to travel.

My bucket list is a secret.

I spend too much time in my own world. 

I am a speech geek.

Someone should take me to Africa, right now.

My taste buds all seem to be imported from Italy.

I wish I had an accent. Sometimes I walk around talking like a Brit, just cause it's more fun.

and finally:

My socks don't match.



    I'm athletically retarded. <---- ahhahahhahhahahah I love you.

    I'm bad at dancing, ergo, that last post is embarrassing. <---- LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW.