in the mighty jungle. the mighty, mighty jungle...

Once upon a time, I met a boy. He was perfect. We fell in love. Just kidding. 1) I've never talked to a boy. 2) Let alone meet a perfect boy. 3) Let alone fall in love. Actually, to be completely honest, I've never even talked to a human. Yeah, that's right I'm from Mars and WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT?! HUH?! YEAH. I'm awesome. (And for those of you thinking, "Well, that explains a lot" - all I've got to say, rather eloquently, is "USUK." HAH!)

Er.

Yeah. I appear to have I gotten off track. In conclusion, the point of, er, whatever, was to say that PERFECT DOESN'T EXIST and that's kind of awesome. I think quirks are kind of the best thing in the world. Why do people want to conform? I DON'T KNOW.

I guess one weird thing about me is that I LOVE meeting new people. No, I know that everyone likes to meet new people (I'm pretty sure that's the most used line in Facebook bios, "Hi. I'm ________. I'm _____ years old and I love meeting new people! Let's chat!" STALK ALL YOUR FACEBOOK FRIENDS. You will see that, on average, 24% of them will have this as their bio line. For real. Not. I made that up. BUT YOU GET THE PRINCIPLE.)

But I love meeting new people. Period. Like, just MEETING them. And then that's it. Just the art of MEETING them.

You see, I get a weird adrenaline rush when I meet people. I start off being chatty and enthusiastic and not shy. And then I gradually get bored of them/ they get bored of me. And then I'm boring again. And I get progressively shy after meeting someone. As in, I become SHYER. I'm pretty sure that's the opposite of most people. It might be a problem, but I'll just call it a "quirk" to justify it as being cool? Okay.



Since we're (we're meaning "I'm", but I want to keep this all inclusive, y'know) on the subject of meeting people and clothing (? (it's a matter of simply reading between the lines)), I thought I'd carry on the trend. Because, you know, I'm smooth like peanut butter. (If any peanut butter company wants me to endorse them, this is all you need to know: I like my peanut butter CRUNCHY.)

Meet Dress. Dress is made of pretty fabric. Dress had lots of pretty fabric. One day, Dress was purchased. And RECONSTRUCTED. (That's a euphemism for killed! Mwahah.)


Dress became Shorts. Meet Shorts. Shorts took a long time to make. Shorts enjoys bow ties and long walks on the beach. Except not really, because the water would ruin Shorts appearance.


Also, meet Sibling. Except not really. Sibling has been on this blog a lot. So much, in fact, that I want Sibling to do a GUEST POST. Do you want Sibling to do a guest post? Yes? Give Sibling ideas? OKAY.


Meet Lexy. Lexy owns this blog. Lexy is typing this. Lexy is typing this in third person because it sounds like someone is typing about Lexy and Lexy would feel very cool if that were the case. So we will pretend that this is Lexy's, urm, SECRETARY typing this. Because it's cool that Lexy is SO cool that Lexy has a secretary. BAM.

(Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Scarf - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Shorts - Homemade, Shoes - Aldo, Jewelry - Assorted.)

And since we're meeting Lexy (except for not really, but we will dismiss that), let's play that good ole fashion icebreaker game that Lexy hates. It's called two truths and a lie.

1) Lexy finger nails currently have happy faces on them.
2) Lexy's favourite vegetable is peas.

3) Lexy obsesses over Sims 3. It's not healthy.

So, I know these aren't original. This is why I hate this game. I'm just UNORIGINAL. Sigh. But nonetheless, GUESS WHICH ONE IS THE LIE.

And, YOUR TURN. Give me Two Truths and a Lie. (Also, give me the answer below. Like *enter* *enter* *enter* ANSWER. That would be cool.) Involving your super awesome QUIRKZ.

Also, would you like a Guest Post from Sibling?! And of what?

Ta ta!

Tata.