Episode 8: The Return of Zo! Again!

Finals are in the process of kicking me in the face... >.O

Okay, let us go over the basics:

I'm exactly 19.5 as of today! Lawl no one cares. I'm in college, which I owe to Dani and David. Thanks guys! If not for them I'd still be working at my shitty old dead end job for a sexist pig. ... =)

I love: Mountian Dew! It's like my coffee, only better!
-Gummi Bears! I've managed to perfect the art of eating them at an accellerated pace. You should see me, I belong in a circus under the title of AMAZING GUMMI BEAR EATING GIRL or THE GYPSY. Either one works.
-Video Games! Because growing up in a house with only my annoying psycobitch mother and brothers, of course I'm going to hang out with the guys. I am one of the guys in fact. The only thing missing is my penis. =( Lmfao.
-Scooby-Doo!! He's my hero since forever. I own so much Scooby-Doo merchandice, that well... I could probably open up a shop. Ruh-roh!
-David! My sweet boyfriend, who happens to live in Florida while I'm stuck in Nebraska. Trust me, you don't know relationship strain like I do.
-Have I said Mountain Dew!? I'm drinking some now!
-Tarot cards and fortune telling methods! I don't know if it's just "in my blood" or whatever, but it's really fun. Horoscopes, tarot, even those little dice thingies that I can't recall the name of! It's all fun as hell and it can be quite insightful if you know how to look at it.
-Sewing! Don't you dare judge me.
-Anything that smells of coconuts! I swear I could get high off that smell, but no one carries that scent anymore! WTFH, why not!? D: Closest I've been able to find is Coconut Lime. Talk about ew!

Dislikes: Thunder! I cried hardcore in front of a group of children at Disney Land when I got stuck out in a passing thunderstorm. Hell, it was so embarrassing afterwards. Not to mention I was 18 at the time. -mumbles-
-Clowns! Because one of my friend's dad paid a clown once to stalk me through the state fair when I was thirteen and I never recovered.
-Semis toting cars! You know that one day you'll be driving behind one, a car is going to slip, crash into another car on the rack and set of a chain of unfortunate events that will ultimately lead to your death.
-Small dogs! Or Ankle Biters! Vicious, vicious animals!! They'll trip you, then go straight for the Juggular!! D:
-Popping balloons! If you've ever had one pop in your face, then you probably have this fear as well.
-A lot of foods! Gravy, chicken, turkey, pizza, lazagna, spaghetti, dark pop (like coke and pepsi), oreos, poptarts, anything creme filled, jelly, donuts (or however you spell that), frosting, milk, and assorted noodles. Trust me, there's more, but I won't get into that.

My boyfriend gives me cavities. He's so sweet it makes you want to vomit. And uwaaa! He's got a ring, but he won't let me see it, even though he says I know what it looks like. Or tell me how much it cost him. He thinks I'll freak out. Which I probably will. 'Coz yanno, if he didn't get it from a vending machine for a quarter, then it was too expensive. Lmfao.

I am Gypsy and proud of my heritage! Although, I am Roaming Gypsy, so I do not support child marriage, bride kidnapping, and wrapping the dead in barbed wire. Also, I live in a house, although my great aunt's caravan is REALLY cool! Yes, I read tarot cards, and NO I do not have crystal balls. Lmfao, nice try.

I hate wearing shoes. Period, end of story. I run around barefoot Spring - Fall, unless I have to wear flipflops in order to get service. Otherwise I just wear flipflops, even in winter. Unless there's enough snow on the ground to up to my ankles. Then I wear sandals. Shoes are like prisons for your feet.

Roar. :)

I had h1n1. Worst flu ever. Took me a week and three days to be able to function. This makes me a badass. :)

My youngest brother looks like a girl.

My name is Miranda. Although my parents call me Randi Jo, for I was named after my Dad; Randy. I'm also called (by my friends and a few peers) Mir, Randa, Randi and Hey You! I also answer to Amanda, because well, no one can ever remember the name Miranda. I dunno why, it's not that hard. But a lot of my own family thinks my name is Amanda... sooo yeah. (I also hate the name Amanda just for this reason. But I do have a cousin named Amanda and we get mixed up a lot. It sucks gorilla balls.)

I don't burn, I tan. Who's jealous? :D

I've pretty much played the fuck out of 358/2 Days (I honestly have opened almost all chests, and have almost completed the Redeem Items lists for both challenge and mission mode... I have no life). I actually quite like Xion... and my favorite part of the whole game is after you defeat Xion and she's like fading/crystallizing and Roxas suddenly shouts, "No! Xion! Who else am I supposed to have ice cream with?!" It's like wow... talk about messed up priorities... and what about Axel? Douche...

I don't believe in God. I grew up Catholic, so I know what I'm saying. I'm also not an Atheist. I believe that something(s)/someone(s) exist, possibly. I'm more of a spirituality kind of person. BAH Pagan ruuuunnn! -witchcraft!!-

Midnight is the best time to hang out at Walmart and sword fight in the parking lot. Once we brought a broken Guitar Hero controller and smashed it dramatically in front of the doors when GameStop wouldn't buy it back.

I have pyromania. I burn things; paper, sticks, toast, myself. I break down if someone takes a lighter from me. I cannot walk past a lighter or matches without lighting them. It makes me feel good... Like a god. So my greatest pet peeve is when people call themselves pyros because they like to play with fire. So? I steal pens and candy, but I'm not a klepto. Is all I have to say is fuck you. You're not a pyro. Pyromania is a problem, and you're not a pyro until your parents seriously consider a therapist and medication. Not that the therapist helps much, and all they really give you is anti-depressants, even when you're not depressed - just angry... Haha. Either way trying to not light fires for me is like trying to stop myself from peeing. I can try all I want, but eventually I'm just going to wet myself.

The most embarrassing moment of my life: Scene - High school cafeteria, lunch time, many students, one place. Cue guy friend taking my planner and shoving it in his endless man-pant pockets. Guy Friend: I don't have it I swear. Note: it is blatantly obvious that it is in his pocket. We call these liars. Me: (in a shout) Dude! I can see it bulging in your pants!
Imagine the outcome... My cousin laughed so hard she started to drool. Yeah. It was attractive.

So, I hardly ever see my dad, but one very cold December day he comes to pick me up so we can uh, do Father/Daughter things and I'm wearing these spiffy green fuzzy gloves and green flip-flops. When I climb into his truck he gives me this look and says, "Girl, where are your shoes?"
"Uhm, they're on my feet?"
"Those ain't shoes! It's freezing outside!"
"That's why I'm wearing gloves, duh!"
Let's just say that we have a healthy relationship, where I'm referred to as his strange child when he thinks I'm not around.

Yeah. I'm pretty fucked up. :D But note: Even so, I am not emo! -self congradulatory cheer- I've been through a lot of shit and everyday I like to go over everything good that happened. I don't know if it's because I'm a natural optimist, or I just forget all the bad shit once I burn something. Either or BOW TO ME! Lmfao!

So like, if you actually read this... wow. Someone is bored.

And finally, what is Zo doing with her time other than wasting it effortlessly? Working on fics of course! Ha!

It's Lonely at the Top- OMFG COMPLETE!!

Inspired by You- Is taken down and receiving a make over. First post is Tuesday October 6th.

Drabbles of the ZoSan- Yeah, I'd like to think of those as completed, but I never know when I'm going to have a random surge of inspiration...