Hey all, it just occured to me that I don't have a section dedicated to my favourite person it the world.... ME! So for anyone who cares:

Name: Deidre Age: 16 Sex: as much as possible Location: Washington DC... that means, guess what... I'm American! I know, it  scares me too sometimes... Hobbies: Stalking Michael Wesley-Smith (you think I'm joking, but I seriously stalk him... or I will soon as that pesky restraining order expires. Mike's such a kidder... I almost believed him when he started running and screaming when he saw me looking in his window.) I also enjoy plotting my hostile takeover of the universe... I bet Mike'll love me once I become his master! Hanging out on the ubb... but not so much anymore Confessing my never ending love for chatmaster, I just hope that he and Mike never meet... I'd hate to see them duke it out over my affections. No, wait... I would! Ten bucks on Mike! If you really want to know:

To be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing. On this assignment, and in life in general. My immediate goal is just to get through high school unscathed. I don't connect with my peers very well, actually I question daily if I truly am 16. Then I turn on my MTV and laugh my posterior off at Beavis and Butthead and am reassured in my immaturity.

I've moved eight times. Though that seems like a small pointless fact like "I have blue eyes" or "my favorite color is purple" , but if you don't understand that you can't begin to understand very much about me. Picking up and starting over so many times has matured me quickly, also it has made me a virtual expert on the very social cliques I have grown to hate. Perhaps it has made me old, bitter, and judgmental before my time. Or perhaps I've always been this cynical and moving has just reaffirmed this trait. Or maybe aliens came down from Mars- sorry, I got sidetracked. Anyway, though I don't always say it, I usually have a snide remark as an answer to everything. I also tend not to associate with large social groups completely by choice, or that's what I like to tell myself.

Personally I tend to relate people in books much more than the ones in this delusion that is sometimes referred to reality. Maybe that's because fictional  characters can't pass judgment on you. Or perhaps because fiction is much more exciting. Or maybe because any conflict is cleared up by the end of the book. Or maybe because- sorry, got sidetracked again. What was I saying? Oh,    yes to sum up my point thus far: fiction-good, reality- bad.    That's not to say I'm completely anti-social. On the contrary, I have great friends. How else would I be able to make it through, well anything?    I have the best friends in the world. Though I am still seeking a confidant    who I could discuss things that are just a bit more intellectually stimulating    than "Uh, dude so like did you see Buffy last night?"  You know, just  a bit.

Though most are in a rush to grow-up and assume responsibility, I cling to my youth. I like being driven places by my mommy. I thoroughly enjoy having    no commitments besides ones to my books and my music. True growing up means  getting out of the infernal Hell known as high school, but it also means making    choices and getting a job. How am I supposed to know what I want to do with    the rest of my life, I don't even know what I want for breakfast

If you have been paying attention at all in this little excerpt from my manifesto,    you must get the impression that I'm not the biggest fan of school. That's    not true really. What I hate is the fact that people make impressions, high    schoolers tend to judge others. In fact people judge people regardless of their    age. If I were to pass on one message in my life it would be "Don't  judge people based on superficial reasons" either that or  "Pop rocks  and cherry coke is really tasty.". Really that's the best advice I    can give, the only thing preventing people from doing it is some irrational    fear that has been imprinted by a witch-hunting society . That somehow one's personal well-being will be affected in a negative manner by doing so. I mean    come on! How is candy and cola really going to kill you? As for the first bit    of info, I guess the same applies if you want to be all accurate about it.

Let's move on, I'm depressing myself. I like to think that I'm an adequate writer. Then again, I also like to think that South Park is the    best social commentary on television. On the surface it';s just a bunch    of poorly done cartoon characters with dirty mouths. But when you truly think    about it, its an exaggerated version of Americ's youth. I'm  sorry I got sidetracked again. Back to my writing. I aspire to be a columnist    or maybe even a pundit who writes a book telling everyone what's wrong    with the world, knowing very well that it won't solve anything, but when    living in our society why not take advantage of the very system you're  "rebelling" against? Don't you love life in the "free"  corporate -overrun, anyone with a rant and a computer can become a millionaire,   dog-eat-dog, and openly acknowledging it, but not caring nation that we do.    That description just makes you proud to be American, doesn't it? As for    the profession, I figure I have all the skills. I'm already a self-proclaimed    genius who thinks she's better than everyone else, I have already a 300    page manifesto (actually more like really long rant), and I can sound    really convincing on the morning show circuit. I figure if Darva Conger can    get people to feel sorry for her, anyone can

Looking back on the past two pages, I realize I must now revert to my original    thought. I have no idea what I'm doing, nor do I believe anyone does. It's    the at very core of our humanity. No one truly has control over his/her life.    We lie to ourselves to make it through our days. Hey I'd take pseudo-reality,    one moment of false truth over reality any day.