Snapped Lead

Cool. So you were actually curious enough about my greatness that you allowed yourself to stumble into my More About Me blog page. I feel honored.

I was born Joy Marie on the twentieth of December, back in 1992, but I’d rather you call me Joebs. No, it’s not jow-ebs. That’s just lame. I’m a struggling, apathetic fourth-year high school student in one of the Philippine’s little cities.

People who do not know me well see me as an elementary student, a sixth-grader perhaps or a freshman. Mostly it’s because of my, uh, petite size and my youthful chubby little face, but I am actually sixteen. Sometimes being mistaken as someone younger is an advantage for me; it could explain my childish, innocent nature which I have been trying (and failing) to suppress and overcome for the last two years. I’m quite the derisive optimist, awfully withdrawn. Surreptitious type. My temper wavers a lot and my mood changes every minute that I usually wish there was a real Jasper Cullen (swoon) nearby to keep me warm and fuzzy when I get mad or depressed. My friends have called me weird. I have little or no experience with the night life. I find party crowds too troublesome and I prefer to trap myself in my little bedroom all night in front of the PC; it makes me feel at home.

If my friends called me weird, my mother has a different definition for me: autistic. I often go through this gateway to my private world where nobody could disturb me, where I could pretend to be anything I want to be. I have dreams, dreams that are too far-fetched for anyone to achieve and even fictitious. Sometimes, I’m naive. I don’t know how naive I am considering I realized that I myself am naive, but I know that I am. Rawr.

I hate a lot of things. I despise people who are obsessed with money. Who can’t seem to live a peaceful life without filling their purse with more than enough cash. People who think that money makes the world go round. I dislike people, boys and girls alike, who flirt. People who laugh so loud I’m surprised the windows are still intact. People who exaggerate things all the time, who claim to be an emo type when they’re actually not, people who give themselves problems and suffer. I dislike high-pitched girls who have nothing else better to do in their lives but stare at themselves at the mirror and paint themselves with layers of make up. People who always go by the latest trend, even if they look completely hideous (like wearing skinny jeans, for example). It irritates me, and it even irritates me more because I know I have no right to be irritated, but I just get irritated.

Got all of that? :)