I don't like stupid drivers. Morons who make dad slam on the brake so hard the augers fall out.
I love photography. We'll be driving and I'm looking at everything and thinking of what pictures I'd take, what would make a great picture, and stuff like that.
I don't really care what my hair looks like. I just don't want it to short because if it is I brush the mole on the back of my neck and it grows another inch.
I don't like farmers staring at me when I'm dumping the truck. Heck, I don't like being stared at PERIOD. But especially when I'm working.
I'm not a fan of tiny dogs.
I'm a huge fan of giant dogs.
I love driving past Amish people just to see their gorgeous horses.
I love beating people at stop lights. (I blame The Mother for those genes.)
I love to speed. (Also The Mothers bad genes.)
Every time I think of my birthday and think "I'm turning 17 this year." It freaks me out because I remember when Sarah turned 17. (Not that your old, Sarah. You're just older then me.)
I miss the pool. I can't wait till we set it up.
I love watching peoples faces when I tell them how big my family is.
I love to draw on myself. And on walls. And on paper. And on other people. And on magazines that Daddyrit is reading.
I miss bin lifting. Which is weird, but I do.
I love music. And when they took away my playlist I was very unhappy. But I found a new playlist place! Mixpod, I think. Arsome. http://www.mixpod.com
Have I mentioned I love driving? If I have, sorry.
I love driving.
I love making people laugh.
I love food.
I don't like bananas.
I ate a half a banana absentmindedly and then noticed it look odd so I split the thing in half and found a tunnel with bug eggs in it.
I don't like bananas.
I love asking dad "What car is that?" And He'll glance at it and tell me what make, what year, and whether it's a piece of crap or not. It really passes the time.
I love mooing at cows. Especially when they moo back.
I love the smell of McDonald's.
I love rain. And wind.
I love knowing all the lyrics to a song.
I hate remixes of good songs. They make them TERRIBLE. Djs: Don't remix a good song. I will find you.
I love singing a song that goes EXACTLY with the conversation.
I love being able to know a song by the first few notes. I can change it lightening fast that way. Rihanna hasn't reached my ears in ages. ^.^
I HATE public washrooms. I am SO jealous of boys. They don't have to sit on other peoplez butt prints. Gargh.
I love Starbucks coffee. I had my first EVER Starbucks coffee the other day. And I swear, I can Never go back to Timmys. I might have too because they're cheap. But its reluctantly. I am addicted to Starbucks.
I love when people comment on my blog. (Hint hint, peeps.)
I love finding out people think the same thing about something that I do. "YAAAAAAAAY I'm not the only freak-o here!"
I have to go now.
The Mother wants me. ^.^
So, if you hate my thoughts or think I'm odd in da head, let me know.
ROCK ON, Paina fans!
Love, The Paina.