Samantha Brauer

About me:

.. things has changed since i edited this thing last. Thinking about that i cant live my life for just myself, but i have to compromise ppl in it too. i need to think about my friends and family and me other than just ME. it is my life, but others play a role in it too. everybody who has tuched my life in the last year has made me realize that grwing up isnt as easy as pie *hmmm. . .pie* but its friends and family that make growing up more enjoyable and "easier" some make it more difficult than others *tugz* but he too, made me realize i cant be living my life the way i was unless i want to burn all of the bridges in my life like he did when he was my age. im 21 years old and ive seen WAY too much of the bad shit that goes on in life. . .so. . .what happend to the good shit? isnt there any in this fucked up world we call life? is there any purity left that hasnt been corrupted by evilness? im now searchign for the better end of the deal here ppl, so bare with me. . .i might not be perfect *well no shit* but im not all that fucked up as ppl might think i am. im just growing up in my own pace and in my own way. is that such a bad thing to do? i dont think so. . .

♥ music is really my boyfriend. ♥ when i laugh really hard, its loud and obnoxious ♥ i LOVE to dance ANYWHERE!!!!!! ♥ NO really means NO. ♥ everyday contact is necessary. ♥ lie to me, i WiLL find out sooner or later. ♥ i cant draw worth a damn ♥ if you make me laugh, i love you. ♥ i trip and run into things...often. ♥ i sing to everything, even if i don't know the words. ♥ NOTHING grosses me out. seriously. ♥ my jokes are never funny. ♥ i love watching cartoons ♥ i talk to myself. a lot. ♥ i love meeting new people ♥ i LOVE my friends and i will not dump any of them for a boyfriend again. ♥ technology is my best friend ♥ i love feeling happy and carefree ♥ im IMPATIENT ♥ i can be a little selfish and have to have things done my way. . . . . . .

Do you remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? Back when protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Back when your dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? When your worst enemies were your siblings; race issues were about who ran the fastest; 'WAR' was only a card game; the only drug you knew of was cough medicine; wearing a skirt didnt make you a slut; the only things that really hurt you were skinned knees and all goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And still we all just couldn't wait to grow up...