Who am I?
I'm Beth Webb.
I'm 24 days from being 21 years old.
I'm 5 feet 2 inches.
I weigh more than I should, but its my own fault... stupid honey buns.
I have 2 mothers and 2 fathers. I'm adopted.
I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters from my birth parents and none from my adoptive family.
I now attend Georgia Southern University.
I'm far too easily pressured into thinking things were all my idea.
I'm strong willed and clumsy.
I love love.
I love getting dressed up and going out almost as much as I love staying in and watching old movies.
I love to read but I'm far too easily distracted to ever finish a book in a timely manner.
I love Jesus with all my heart and somewhere, deep down, I want to honor and obey Him.
I love music. Its part of me. Ingrained in my soul.
I love photography. It calms me to be able to capture moments with the sound of a shutter.
I love the sound of laughter.
I love nature, grass and wind and water and trees and sun and stars.
I think too much.
I over analyze everything.
I miss things easily.
I forget things easily.
I'm never on time. I'm either ridiculously early or far too late.
I love to travel. I love airports and stepping outside of them to a place I've never been.
I love road trips.
I hate driving.
I love colors and wish I could draw and paint.
I always find something to like about everyone, I build a person up as much as possible.
I love sleep except for when the moon is out.
I always try to compliment something about a persons appearance. Everyone deserves to feel good.
I have to force myself to tell the truth sometimes.
I constantly find myself in awkward situations that I've caused myself.
I was engaged once.
I love children.
I love mentoring high school aged girls when I'm in the right state of mind to do so.
I love my dog Lucy. Shes half jack russel half toy poodle.
I'm always waiting on something.
I'm irresponsible.
I talk too much.
I talk too loudly.
I make friends easily.
I like to write, but I never write anything good.
I love the Little Mermaid.
I love the Shins and MCS.
I like country music.
I want to be a counselor, maybe one day a psychiatrist.
I have regrets.
I like nice things.
I like owls.
I have far too many clothes.
I change the way I act in different situations.
I dont like that.
Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just began to form crop circles in the carpet. sinking feeling.
I just got here and I'm acting like a freak. This is not who I am. I need to decide who I really am and chill out. I'm getting on MY nerves.
