I. Heart. You.

Hello. My name is Katie.

Well, actually, my real name is Katlyn. Pronounced Kate-Lynn. But don't call me that unless you would like me to bite your head off.

I like nicknames, but no one can ever come up with any good ones. :( It's really sad.

I'm the type of girl who says really awkward/inappropriate things and people back away slowly from.
I like pink sparkly things *giggles*
I wear a purity ring. Yay.
I sing really loud, random songs. I can go from the Beatles to Linkin Park to Tim McGraw to Coldplay to Hilary Duff to... well, you get the picture.
I really like showtunes.
I am the definition of a dork. I LOVE reading books people think are dumb/boring (Jane Austen, Shakespeare, etc), I get really upset when I get lower than an A, I'm homeschooled (makes me a dork in itself), I like video games a lot, I have the weirdest laugh ever, and... well, you get the picture.
I LOVE cities, especially San Antonio, New York, and Washington DC.
I bite my nails.
I have a guitar, but I can't play it.
I chew my lip when I'm nervous or trying not to cry.
I have an unhealthy obsession with Root Beer.
I cry everytime I watch THe Notebook or The Titanic. Every Time.
I don't say the "F" word very often. When I do, I"m either totally nervous, freaked or PISSED OFF. usually at my mom.
My perfect guy doesn't exist. I swear.

Speaking of which

My perfect guy

Amazing eyes
A great laugh
Thinks my jokes are funny
Will hold me when I cry.
Gives me lots of hugs.
Won't force me to do anything I don't want.
Loves his family.
Loves kids.
Loves my faults.
Thinks my laugh is cute (ha)
Respects my parents.
Puts up with my psychotic moodswings.
Is a jerk at times, but regrets it once he realizes that he was jerkish.

Hmm, I should write this guy up.





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Girl: Do you like me?
Boy: No
Girl: Do you want me?
Boy: No.
Girl: If I left would you cry?
Boy: No.
Girl: Would you live for me?
Boy: No.
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Boy: No.
Girl: Which would you pick, me or your life?
Boy: My life......
Hearing this, the girl turns and starts running away with tears. The boy chases after her and stops her.
Boy:
You don’t cross my mind because you are always on my mind.
I don’t like you because I love you.
I don’t want you because I need you.
If you left I would die, not cry.
I wouldn’t live for you because I would die for you.
I wouldn’t do anything for you because I would do everything for you