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I'm a stranger to the general protocol but I'll do my best. Just add me, I'll notice.
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Every now and then I just take the time to sit at the edge of my bed and look around my room. I grew up with the notion that you can tell alot about people just by entering their room. I start observing everything. The orange comforter. The orange walls. The printouts of screencaps from various episodes of Gilmore Girls. I'm not exactly sure how I would classify myself just by look around. My mother calls me punchy. I suppose by definition punchy would mean energetic, full of life, even a little spastic. My TV is crushing under the weight of a few dozen DVD's stacked on top and I have empty Sprite cans lying on my desk. My dalmation Penny lays down on the pillow and takes a snooze, getting comfortable from the fuzz of the orange comforter. I head on into the kitchen, which is entirely white. There's a giant framed painting of a lighthouse done by a friend of the family. I open up the cupboards. More white. The finish, the handles, even the dishes are pure as snow. I find it fascinating how stepping into another room seems like stepping into another world when I'm in the Prepon house. Every now and then I come back to see my family, and I rather enjoy it. My mother was my pal growing up. I was gawky and odd in high school and didn't have many friends, but I could always rely on Mom for the late night movie marathons and popcorn binges.
So here I am. I'm trying to slowly cram the contents of my life into a small white text box. I want to make a good first impression by writing a good entry, but I have no idea what the trend is in entry writing. One paragraph or two? Longevity or short and sweet? It's all a blur to me. Normally I'm one not to follow what's in, but I am a bit worried about first impressions. I would hate for this to be one of those entries that only gets two comments. I pick my brain trying to come up with something original and witty, but all I can think of is just the basics. Laura Prepon is the name, obviously. The condition is the limited ability when it comes to holding a conversation. I'm not shy, just nervous. I'm always wondering about what's going on in the other person's mind. I wonder if my breath smells, if I wore the right shirt, if what I said came out the right way. Plain and simple, I am a worrywart. I will admit it without shame.
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