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Let your heart be wounded...

... And give no mercy to your fear.

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Last updated 2008-11-17 22:14:16

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Joined: 2001-06-16

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Name:	Burnt to the core, but not broken.
Birthdate:	1988-03-02
Location:	Dover, Delaware, United States

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	apcrose@livejournal.com
	naomi322688
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	purplehairedcountrybumpkin
	Naomi

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Bio

[[ love ]]

acronyms, anything hot pink, bananas, boys who blush, cameras, Chichester, cookie dough, D&D, Diet Coke, dorks, E. E. Cummings, English, fireflies, foreign languages, Frank O’hara, friends, frogs, getting mail (even e-mail), guns, hanging out with the guys, hugs, inside jokes, Kevin Smith, kisses that don’t touch my mouth, ladybugs, laughing, little nemo, long sleeves, love notes, make-up, mints, music, my jr. high gifted class teacher Mrs. Neeson, my sister’s cat Elvis, Paint Shop Pro 8, poetry, psychologists, school plays, scrawny goth boys, skipping, sound effects, surrogate brothers, the air in Chichester (because it’s permeated with weed), the Atlantic Ocean, the Internet, the letter "O", turtles, victory, video games, Wawa, words that i’ve invented, yellow duckies, zip-ties/barlocks

[[ hate ]]

arguing, being coddled, being in cars, being lonely, boredom, cell phones, children, crowds, dirty talk, doctors, Dover, getting help, Harry Potter, judgment, large cities that aren’t Philadelphia, losing my voice, mosquitos, people who yell, pretentious, bad poetry, psycho-analytical adults, sand, sex, smog, songs that are spoken and not sung, sour candy, spicy food, summer, sunburn, the Pacific Ocean, the Snuggle Fabric Softener bear, the word "belly", the word "spelt", theology, things that are sticky, Uncle Fuckbucket, wrestling

[[ music ]]

1910 Fruitgum Company, 3 Doors Down, A Perfect Circle, Alanis Morissette, Ataris, Atreyu, Audioslave, Bach, Boys Night Out, Brand New, Breaking Benjamin, Brian White, Coheed and Cambria, Dashboard Confessional, Dave Matthews Band, David Bowie, Deftones, Die Prinzen, Disturbed, Dresden Dolls, Early November, Elvis Presley, Eric Clapton, Fall Out Boy, Finger Eleven, Flogging Molly, Fuel, Glassjaw, Gorillaz, Hawthorne Heights, Incubus, Jay-Z, Jessica Andrews, Jimmy Eat World, Johnette Napolitano, Kittie, Linkin Park, Lisa Loeb, Live, Lonestar,
Matchbook Romance, Matchbox 20, Meiko Kaji, Mozart, My Chemical Romance, New Found Glory, Nickel Creek, Nine Inch Nails, No Doubt, Orgy, Ours, Patsy Cline, Placebo, Ronnie Milsap, Sarah Bettens, Saves the Day, Simple Plan, Skycamefalling, Smashing Pumpkins, Switchfoot, Taking Back Sunday, The Cranberries, The Cure, The Killers, The Temptations, Third Eye Blind, Three Dog Night, Thursday, TooL, Toto, Train, Tsunami Bomb, Yellowcard

[[ verrrry interesting ]]

I suck at comforting people because I get nervous and try to make them laugh, but I just wind up annoying them.
I’m scared to death of spiders, and will not only evacuate my bedroom if I find one in there, but I will smush myself in the farthest possible corner of the house to get away from it, and I will not sleep in my room for several days afterwards unless I am sure the spider is dead.
The number 37 will always provoke a response from me.
I think ranch dressing is the greatest condiment ever.
The Style Network is the greatest channel on television, but we don’t have it anymore.
TLC is the next-best thing.
I have two hot pink purses, but they never leave the house on my arm.
My favorite place to be is Chichester.
I once rescued a bunny and named it Leonardo Dante Handall Leonardo Ghost Pointbreak Roadhouse Leonardo.
We called him "Plug" for short.
When my sister was pregnant, I kept a list of words associated with pregnancy that I refused to say, including "pregnant", "belly", and "baby." I demanded that everyone say she was “expectant” or "downloading", and that the thing in her "tummy" was an "extra being." <3 God bless my family for putting up with me.
I fear change.
I have more nicknames than anybody should ever have. If you think you can twist my real name (Naomi, or Omi) into a new nickname I haven't heard before, go for it, but beware: Nomeroni, Omerz, Naomori, and Omickles are already taken, along with about a million others.
I bet I have a friend from every time zone you can imagine.
I have a tendency to swoon over pet names.
I have a tendency to swoon over anything.
When I break up with my boyfriend, I always eat or drink something orange, like Cheetos and orange soda.
I love to talk.
Approaching strangers scares me, unless I’m doing it for someone else (i.e., bumming a cigarette for a friend).
I’m so lame that sometimes I just can’t take it.
“Contradiction” is practically my middle name.
I hate disappointing people, so it’s almost impossible for me to refuse any request you make.
Duct tape will fix anything and don’t argue with me about that, because I once used duct tape to fix my bra.
Traffic is the bane of my existence. If I’m sitting shotgun, I clutch the “Oh, shit!” handle on the roof of the car so hard my knuckles turn white, because I’m so afraid of getting in a car accident.
I’m probably happiest when I’m single.
The Internet pwns my face for breakfast and I won’t deny it.
Bad parenting makes me twitch.
I’m amazed by the most mundane things you can possibly imagine, like, how quickly butter softens.
I want to be an English teacher.
If I know you, you probably have a nickname from me.
I have a variety of inside jokes with my friends and family, including things involving cornfields, birds, interstellar mediums, the phrase "it goes in sideways!", and dancing.
If I trust you, you’d better not fuck up because I’ll break your legs, and then I’ll go home and cry and you’ll feel guilty.
I’m a virgin and I like it.
I’ve gone through a great many labels (prep, teacher’s pet, goth, punk, emo) before finally settling on just being me.
But most people probably would call me emo, which is okay with me.
I hate cell phones, and people who use their cell phones in public, or in the car, or for meaningless stuff that can wait until they get home.
I have an annoying habit of changing the radio station constantly until I find something I like, and I hate sitting through commercials.
When I type, I tend to eschew a lot of commas. This mirrors my oral speech patterns, in which I tend to rush through statements without pausing to take a breath.
I also rarely use contractions when typing, but in real life, I’m too busy trying to get to the point to waste time saying two words instead of one. =P
Saying “your mom” is funny, especially if you say it to your siblings (or your mom).
I have fat calves and I don’t think they’ll ever go away.
I know for a fact that boys have cooties.
I believed in Santa Claus until I was thirteen.
When I found out that he wasn’t real, I was so distraught over it that someone accused me of being Amish.
I use slash commands in real life. If you say something to me that I adamantly agree with, there is a 75% chance that I will respond with, "Slash, emote, agrees."
Being serious doesn’t work for me.
+ I’m the geekiest girl alive, as you can probably tell.

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