She's Very Out There, Isn't She?

Picture from Deviantart.com

I've always been the weird one.

During elementary school, I was always the youngest in my grade (I skipped first grade). I didn't wear the same clothes as everyone else, nor did I bring the same stuff in for lunch. While most kids were eating their peanut butter and fluff sandwiches, I was the one who found sushi in her lunchbox. My sense of humor was always different, and I never listened to the popular radio station; rather, I listened to whatever CDs my father and I had picked randomly off the shelves of the nearest weird indie record store.

Now I still feel so out of place, even amongst my friends. They always tease me for my age. And whenever I try to embrace my weirdness, I STILL get teased for it. I mean, I'm not THAT weird. I'm just different. (At least, that's what my mom tells me :P ).

But recently little things have been pushing me over the edge. For example, my best friend told me a story about the time she went shopping for my birthday present with her mom. At the mall, my friend, let's call her Sam, didn't know where to go to get my present. Her mom suggested clothes, but then immediately took it back, saying, "Kizzy sure does wear a lot of... out there clothes, doesn't she?" Later, as they were driving home, my friend popped in a mix I made for her the previous summer. As she and her mom listened, her mother commented, "Kizzy sure does listen to a lot of... out there music, doesn't she?"

It just sucks knowing that you don't fit in with even your closest friends.

Have You Ever Had Your Heart Broken?

Because I think... I think that I may have had mine broken.
And I think I got over it in maybe... Two days.

But does that really mean my heart was broken at all?
Love is a weird thing.

(Picture from deviantart.com)

A Beginning

Hi, I'm Perforated Dream Cloud. No, that's not my real name. Yes, I'm paranoid about putting my name on the Internet. No, I'm not (too) crazy.
I'll just give you an introduction to who I am. I'm your typical teenage girl living on the East Coast. I love painting, but I'm better at drawing. For me, friends are easy to find, but REAL friends are tougher. I go to an all-girl school (with a uniform and everything)--and no, I don't mind it. I'll admit it: I can sometimes be a little boy-crazy, but I think I'm growing out of that. I think I'm just growing up in general. I take French, and I'm constantly practicing (so if you're reading and you don't know French, be prepared to whip out iGoogle translator every now and again). I'm a little bit addicted to my computer. Politics literally move me to tears. I've always wished I could fly. I really want to visit Tokyo, Japan. I refuse to choose a favorite color. During the summer, I walk EVERYWHERE. I smile and laugh a lot. My favorite kind of music is the kind nobody else has ever heard of. Every year, I cut my hair in some completely random style, just because I enjoy throwing people off. I named my iPod Margot because I feel like it'll make me really close to it/her (and yes, I am aware that iPods are inanimate objects).

Okay. I'm done with that.
So I have no idea what I'm going to blog about. I think I have an interesting personality, but my life is pretty uneventful.
I'll find something. Never fear!