To move to Alaska, and live out the rest of my days looking at the mountains from my back porch.
Mi amigos.
Basic commodities.
Mumford and Sons.
Well, my great-great-great-grandmother was Rebecca Ann Bryant, who married Daniel Boone, so if having an ancestor that was one of the greatest American woodsmen in U.S history doesn't make me a bonafide American, I don't know what does.
Hair? Their face? I don't know
TV most definitely.
When chicks are as outgoing as I am. And, when they're smart and can hold a conversation. And green eyes. I looooove green eyes.
Cinema, as un-classy as it sounds.
ABSOLUTELY
My pool. Everyone loves my pool.
At the moment I just wanna graduate high school.
Day?
Sharks. I think sharks are terrifying.
Monstroúis, Haiti. Going there right after a 7.0 earthquake wasn't exactly pleasant.
A big log cabin type house up in the mountains.
Brains. I dig chicks who've got one.
My lambies. I had eight little stuffed lambs that I'd take EVERYWHERE with me.
How bad I wanna go to a Mumford and Sons concert, and how much freakin money I spend on dress clothes, and why I let my little sister dye my hair.
Roll Away Your Stone- Mumford And Sons
Who knows?
Pansies.
Fish?
Wildfire- John Mayer
We don't get to that part, usually.