I think I have a habit of copying the the way the singer who sings it too. I don't have my own style, I only imitate. It sucks. I should resign to eternal shutupification. But that would be impossible because I'm the most loquacious person some would claim they've ever met.

I am most honoured.

I'm still on a gym curfew.

I have a terrible way of organising my ideas, probably because they were never organised in the first place, so it makes it incredibly difficult for people to understand me when I open my mouth. When I took that personality test I posted before, there was this question "Do people have a hard time following your train of thought when you're talking?" (or something along those lines), I decided to ask the people sitting near by myself. They all answered quite promptly "YES!" (I know I mentioned this before but it fits into context here okay?)
I'm sorry!!! I can't put it together so you understand, only so I understand.
Sure, I have an endless bank of useless information as a brain, but the key to that sentence is the word useless. Unless I become a human random fact generator, I'm still probably never going to get anywhere in life.

Do you know I've read the dictionary?
(Bear in mind, reading the dictionary is different from memorising the dictionary, that I have not achieved yet, anyway, I was depressed when I wasn't allowed to go to camp, so while my peers were quad biking across northern Canterbury, I was reading the Oxford Edited New Zealand Pocket Dictionary.)
I can't not read, you know what I mean? When you see words (in English, or whatever languages you converse in/understand), it's impossible to go past them without reading them. I've always been fascinated with my lack of ability to convert the majority of Mandarin characters/random squiggles when I go to Malaysia. I'll just sit in the car and stare. I think it's rather to my advantage because I don't get car sick (not that I normally do), but doesn't reading in the car make you sick? Well if you can't read you can't get sick! Magic!

In year 7, I spent my summer holidays in the Borders (book shop) across the road and read 1/2 an hour every day, of Twilight. I had way too much spare time back then.

I have too much spare time now.