I'm not that girl.

I fart.

Incredibly disgusting, I know, and far too much information for a good first impression, but I just thought someone should know the truth about me for once. For some reason I’m one of those people labeled “perfect” or as someone who "has it all together all the time."

First of all, have they taken a look at my hair in the morning? Medusa's looks better. 

Honestly if they took a look at my hair any time of day... I'm surprised I don't scare people with my accidental girl-from-The-Ring impression at times. 

Secondly, get this: someone once told me that I was intimidating- I’m 5’2.

I would just like to say, I’m not that girl. 

You know what I am, though?

I'm a try hard. 

I try hard in everything that I do. You won't catch me slacking off or giving up just because I can. Sure, that might seem annoying at times to other people, but ya know what? Doing well makes me happy. 

I enjoy working hard and giving my best effort- putting my best foot forward, as they say.

I enjoy trying hard to get to school RIGHT on time (not gonna get there early or anything...I will take as much sleep as I can get, thank you.) but when that bell rings, I'm there. 

I enjoy taking my own notes and making nice outlines and doing even small projects well not because I'm OCD or super structural (literally a 2% structural person in any personality analysis deal) but because I don't wanna put my name on something that doesn't represent my best work. And doing shitty notes=shitty grades. No thanks!

I enjoy pushing myself to my physical limit when I run- have you ever crawled across a finish line because you ran your body past its point of exhaustion? I have. Yeah, I'm a little crazy, but what can I say? I try. Hard. 

I'm a nerd. 

I genuinely enjoy learning things and studying and finding new connections between lessons. I enjoy analyzing passages and writing my thoughts down when I feel inspired to do so because it gives me energy to do so. 

I'm weird. 

I think in poetry. P-O-E-T-R-Y. Some people walk up to a test and are thinking "oh shit I shoulda studdied harder" whereas I think more in free verse and stanzas about the impending doom I'm facing with an analogy of sorts to a caged bird upon a pedestal of lies. Kidding...dunno where I was going with that one there. Never thought about that analogy until now. Really do think in poems though. I just don't wanna publish any of them because they're fine just sitting in my head for now. 

I'm unashamed. 

School spirit day? I'll be dressed up. Pep rally? I'll be screaming. Need a volunteer? PICK ME PLEASE! I have no problem getting up in ridiculous clothes and making a fool out of myself to keep people entertained. It just makes me happy to make you happy. 

I'm not perfect- but I wouldn't want to be. If I tried then I'd probably worry about chipping my freshly - oh there goes my perfect manicure.  I'm not at all who everyone seems to think- much more than meets the eye or first impression. You don't have to look hard to find the chips in my teeth and tangles in my hair, but that's okay with me. I have nothing to hide.