I currently have identity issues… Well, not really. It’s just that I was faced with the opportunity to change my name, but I don’t know if I should or not. And if I should, to what. Or to use my second first name, or my first first name. Eh, it’s confusing. Don’t try to understand. So for now, I’m SilverSunshine.
My name (SilverSunshine) is quite ironic. I like the color silver, but I refuse to wear any jewelry made out of silver. I only wear jewelry set on gold (yellow, white, or rose) or platinum, unless it’s part of a costume. The sunshine part? Well, I severely dislike sunshine. I prefer rainy days and the night. The only time I like sunshine is when I’m at the beach, in the water.
Audrey Hepburn is the greatest fashion icon of all time.
Chicago and Moulin Rouge! are my favorite movies. My personal theme songs are actually “And All That Jazz” (Chicago) and “Sparkling Diamonds” (Moulin Rouge!).
Ella Fitzgerald is probably at the top of my favorite singers list. At a close second is Michael Buble.
I can sometimes be quite high-maintenance, but I know how to appreciate the simple things in life as well, such as just being with my family and friends and talking to them, swimming at the beach, singing in the shower, and dancing around in my underwear in my room (lip-syching or actual singing with hairbrush included).
I want to be a Broadway star or a movie actress. If that doesn’t work out, my back-up plan is to become a high-powered fashion magazine editor.
My idea of the perfect man is Smallville’s Oliver Queen, played by Justin Hartley. Hartley is gorgeous — an Adonis! Really, he can rock an all-white suit and a tight, green-and-black leather suit (with a muscle-tee-like top), he’s tall and lean (but still the right amount of buff), and he has great hair, perfect teeth, manly hands and feet, and amazing facial features that look like they have been sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. I don’t know what Hartley is like in real life, but as Queen, he’s ah-mazing. He gives off this cool, arrogant air, but is actually really nice and is out for the betterment of mankind, AND he’s smart. I’d go on, but it’d take me hours and hours more. I can only wish to find an Oliver Queen…
I don’t wear makeup a whole lot. I only use lip balm most of the time, unless it’s a special occassion.
I can finish a big bar of plain Hershey’s milk chocolate in one sitting.
VitaminWater Orange and Sprite are the only things I drink on a normal day, with the occassional water.
I’m a total romantic. But not really. I always fantasize about having the perfect boyfriend, and in a way it has raised my expectations by a lot. When great guys come around, I tend to screw it up because I expect them to be perfect, but no one is. I try not to be all bleh-like and demand so much, but it’s just hard. I think the only way I can be satisfied is if I start dating a guy who I like a bit more than he likes me, then eventually find a way to make him really fall in love with me so we’re on equal grounds. Because so far, the guys I dated REALLY like me — not that I’m conceited or anything, but all the guys I know must REALLY like a girl before they get the courage to ask them out. I suppose I just want a fun challenge first, a guy who’s hard-to-get. I can’t be serious with a guy who’s easy.
When it comes to new guys, I’m either very aloof and distant, or I’m a total flirt. I don’t mean to be, but it’s so hard for me to be spontaneous and myself when I’ve just met someone. The girls are no problem as long as they’re nice, but GUYS… There are the obnoxious, fun ones whose jokes I actually find totally funny, but I always seem to hold back my laughter and it always seems like I’m reduced to a polite smile. When it’s the mysterious type of guys who don’t want to talk much, I tend to flirt a LOT to get them to open up, but when they flirt back, I become all aloof again after a while. I don’t know… There’s just something seriously messed up with me.
I am very generous when it comes to compliments. If I like something about someone, I shower them with compliments. But if I find something I don’t like, I usually just ignore it and say nothing. Unless of course it’s something serious – like if a friend is being totally aggravating for no special reason, I’m going to call them out on it and be all critical until they quit being aggravating.
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The above is a laundry list of a few basic things about me, along with some disclaimers (sort of). I’m a pretty simple-to-understand person, so I don’t really comprehend why people tell me I’m much too complex and confusing. I can be moody, but what teenage girl isn’t? So the aforementioned details about me are just to possibly help you understand me, a somewhat sarcastic, normal girl.
When it comes right down to it, I don’t have a lot of pet peeves. In fact, they’re short enough to list:
1. Extremely clingy people who are not really in need.
2. People who dwell in self-pity.
3. Hypocrites, liars, racists, and sexists.
4. People who act stupid to get attention, unless they’re purposely making some sort of a joke, in which case I can tolerate.
I’m not going to bother mentioning (inner) qualities in people that I love, because there are a lot. The most important, though, is a big heart. My heart isn’t exactly the best it can be, but I’m really constantly trying to be a better person by following good examples of others. I have been and still can be a terrible bitch, but I’m learning to control my temper more and be more thoughtful of others. I just don’t want to become one of those bitter ladies who bring down everyone around them.
Well. I think I’m all done now.
Good night.
xoxx, SilverSunshine. <3
