Awhile ago my MSN name was 'If people knew the real me, the men in white coats would pay me a visit' or some variation of that. Okay I know it sounds really stupid but I mean real me as in how i act just by myself, no outside worries, not 'no one knows the real me. They would never understand! Woe is me, nobody gets me.' Yeah. That crap.

Anyway...the real me is how I act while I'm reading, it crazy, I'm crazy. Everyone that knows me knows that reading is basically my life (nerd). What they don't know is that while I read at school or in public I don't read like I do at home.

Example 1: Here I am happily (or not so happily) reading HBP, on my bed. I just got home from a camping trip...la di da. Harry is about to stupidly kiss Ginny or is in the process of doing so. Next thing I know I am on the freaking floor. Trying to figure out what the heck I did, I can't remeber squat. (Later I figured it out. I was laying on my stomach, blah blah blah, kissy-kissy, I scream, slam the book shut, throw myself SOMEHOW so I am now facing the foot of my bed, push myself off the bed and land on my luggage. I got I bruise, from reading.)

Example 2:
I read on the computer a lot these days, fin stuff you know? wink wink. Without really noticeing I will scream and yell, fuss at the computer asking god why Harry decided to come on to Remus, blushing like crazy, cooing and what not. I'll resume reading and sometimes someone will come in seeing if I had a seizure or something, or I'll remember I few mins. later that I was freaking out and I'll have to go out and ask if it was out loud or in my head.

God, I'm crazy. So, anyway, that's why the color white.


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