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My Favorite Color- Grey
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The color of my room- Brownish Grey
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The color of my car- Silver
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I like tea. Earl Grey, to be exact. I never let it steep for long. It isn’t about the flavor, I just like the heat. In fact, I dislike all “flavored” tea. Nothing fruity, nothing sweet. There is nothing better than curling up on my white couch, pajamas on, TV remote in one hand, and my cream colored mug in the other. The steam billowing around my face, the warmth seeping through the mug and onto my hands. I am very passionate about my tea.
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There is one exception to my monotone life. I adore heals. My shoe collection is impeccable. From 3 inch, peep toe, cherry red pumps, to patent leather, black, stilettos, I have every pair a girl could want. I wouldn’t dare wear them out of the house unless to a fancy event, but I like to look at them. My favorite are my Betsy Johnson’s. 5 inches tall, they are completely impractical and thoroughly stunning. They are covered in black fabric with tiny, crimson roses. The best, most unexpected part is the underside of the shoe. A side that only I can see, but the side I love the most. It is a brilliant pink, overlaid with grey sparkles.
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Dream:
I am in my house. The lights are off and no one is home. My dad just told me about a secret part of the house. He isn’t actually my dad, he looks different, but I know he is my dad. I go in the secret upstairs. The lights are on. It’s a long hallway, with lots of rooms. I unlock the rooms and turn on the lights. Then I turn them off. I go down the hall a ways and see a boy. He is my best friend. I tell him that people are looking for him and that we need to hide. Then he turns into a werewolf. He is still my best friend. We go into a room to hide him. The room is actually a cave. We climb a rock hill and start to dig a hole. I get tired. I stop digging. I wake up.
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Even my dreams are boring.
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“Uh…I don’t care.”
That is my go-to phrase. Vastly overused, but always the truth. I never have an opinion.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” my friend will say, now annoyed by my lack of emotion.
“Sure, I don’t care” I’ll say back, truly meaning it.
Decision-making has never been my strong suit. I used to think it was because I was shy. I never wanted to state an opinion, afraid it would be wrong. Now I know the truth behind my indecisive behavior. I really just don’t have an opinion. I am neutral about virtually everything.
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There is one thing though that I am definitely not neutral about. Sleep. I love to sleep. Morning, night, afternoon, you name it; I’m up for it. I live my life between naps.
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“Come on mom, I seriously need help with this,” I pleaded, trying to hand her my college essay prompt. “I have absolutely nothing to write about..”
It had just dawned on me. I am lame.
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But am I really? Or do I just enjoy things others would classify as boring?
I don’t like color, but I love every shade of black.
My dreams never have a climax, but they are thrilling to me.
I sleep a lot, but I love my dreams.
