  as of now i am here. among u now, is not the extrodinary, but the ordinary girl named petey. i wasnt always this, however. my rents orginally yelled at alicia, this was all drastically changed when this girl entered grade six.
at this age my peers began to use this "petey" as some sort of nickname, understandably, for my last name happens to be petersson. it was either or it happened to be ironic. many of my life happenings are ironic though, but that doesn't leave me of a conclusion. why do nicknames exist anyway? why would some odd rent name their kin robert, but not ever once say this.
instead they use bob or bobby as a substitute. this seems ironic to me, but then again i may be ironic in any sense depending on whom may be reading this most dull post. now that i have got past the ironicies(if thats even a word for i am unaware) of the whole nickname thing. maybe u should be aware of my ampt for life(not). living in a town where the only thing to do is smoke weed and have sex makes me very bored.
there is nothing at all in this deselent place. if only i lived in a cave up in the Andes mountains and be secluded by the miles of jungle seperating me from any near civilization, then i could find harmony with this lifeless life that i just so happening to be living. isnt that the way the average american teenage girl feels though? thats what i thought. 
