If you really knew me...

I see this little blog trend going around and I'm hopping aboard because I've really loved reading others I've seen!

If you really knew me you'd know that...

this is a totally accurate portrayal of my personality. I love to laugh, joke, and be as silly and nerdy as humanly possible. 

most of the time I'm way too loud and say silly, sarcastic things, which some people consider bitchy. Really though, I'm just one of those strange seeds you have to get to know to understand. 

I was adopted by my dad when I was 7 years old. Had my last name changed, the whole shebang. My mom is my birth mom and it was just the two of us in a one bedroom apartment for the first 7 years of my life. She's my hero! 

I quit every sport growing up but dance. In high school I belonged to a competitive dance group, outside of my high school, and we traveled the country doing competitions. Very much like Dance Moms. No joke, psychotic teacher and all. They were some of the best times of my life, crazy devil woman and all.

my boyfriend is the first guy I've let in since I had my heart broken by my high school sweetheart 6 years ago. I've been in a few relationships since but he's the only one that I lifted my guard for. I honestly have no control over it but I'm really glad I finally found someone to let in. It's a really amazing feeling when I felt so shut down for so many years.

I hate to wash my hair and I swear every time I wash it I'm ruining it. Really though, it takes my hair a good 3-4 days to become unwearable so I only wash it 2, maybe 3, times a week.

I once went through a phase where I was obsessed with the liquor Hpnotiq. Yes, the light blue, fruity shit that people like Lil John rap about. It was the summer after I graduated uhemhigh school and I tore that mofo up. Until my 18th birthday when I became violently ill from it before midnight struck and I was being wished "happy birthday" while hugging a potty at my own party. I guess that's what happens when you don't start partying until you graduate high school. Class, class, class. In my defense, I haven't touched the stuff since that night. Even the smell makes me want to vom.

I have this strange OCD against finishing things. Not projects or tasks, nothing like that... but bottles of hair product, body wash, shampoo, drinks. It's really weird and I have no idea why I do it, but it kills me to use the last of anything.

I have my bachelors degree in fashion design and merchandising and I've never used it a day in my life. I loved my classes but I fell in love with photography along the way and it just, kind of, took over.

I hold grudges like nobody's business. If you betray my trust or stab me in the back there's a good chance I will write you off forever. There have been very few times in my life where I have let someone back in.

I only cry (for sad reasons) when no one's looking. If you've seen me cry because I'm sad you truly know me for me. This doesn't count when I get emotional watching a chick flick and shed a glistening tear. I'm talking mascara ruining, ugly face making tears.