welcome to my life

well i have just started a writing class at my university and i have decided that the best way to actually get up the courage to shae my writing with said class is to allow a bunch of strangers into it first and let them know what's going on with me. First of my name is Holly and i'm 18, most girls my age are out having sex and getting drunk at insert-crappy-techno-club here. But that's just not me, i'm kind of an anamoly, i love my friends and i love going out but there my idea of a good time would be curling up in bed and watching a movie. or sitting down with my laptop, listening to the RENT soundtrack and just writing random thoughts, which is actually what i am doing right now. it is one minute and twenty seven seconds inot "today 4 u, tomorrow 4 me" sang by the fantastic Wilson Jermaine Heredia. i love musicals, i love movies, i love anything that makes me think, i love to cry, i love to cook and i love being me and i think it sucks that people try to change other people, nobody should fit into a mould, i know everybody says that but its true. I don't mean to sound prejudice but i look at certain punks, all decked out in black with chains and they spit at me "fucking conformist" just because i'm not dressed like them, isn't that conformity in itself? a nonconforming conformist is what they sometimes are. i goo to this shopping centre near my house and there's a punk store, i walked past it yesterday and one of the workers called me a barbie doll. sure i'm practically blonde but what else do they no about me except for the fact i like jeans and blue suede shoes (literal shoes not the elvis song which actually i like also) and ferris bueller according to my t shirt, they know nothing so why should they judge me and then bemoan the fact that people judge them. there's nothing i hate more than a hypocrite. well that is my rant for now keep checkin in for further mundane details of my woeful life