Hubba, hubba.

• Fears - never amounting to anything, never being happy, other depressing stuff that I hate dwelling on.
• Annoyances - absolutely anything can become an annoyance to me with enough exposure, but people who are unwilling to listen/yield to other opinions are particularly infuriating.
• Accomplishments - My writing has made people cry before. Not out of how terrible it is, mind you, but the emotion packed into it. So many feelings.
• Confusions - what to put in this section. I guess... how can people be so attractive? Seriously, how does that even work.
• Sorrows - the fact that I can't simply will fictional characters into reality or will people in/out of my vicinity.
• Dreams - to actually write the books I have planned, write them well, and to actually make money off of them. 
• Idiosyncrasies - biting/picking at my nails.
• Risks - wanting my career to be in creative writing.
• Beloved Possessions, Now and Then - Then, it was the computer. Now, it's still the computer. Maybe this could go under 'sorrows'.
• Problems - Hoo, boy. I'll just sum it up with the fact that I'm probably the biggest dingus you ever did meet. My dingus levels are off the charts. I'm a professional dingus with a doctorate in the science of dingus. I am Dr. Dingus.

Without sounding as though I'm just tossing kindling onto a fire of self-pity, I really do wonder how people can be so good looking. I mean, dang. Like. Dang. 

Not to say that I don't think I'm good looking. I'm confident in the fact that I'm not absolutely hideous. People don't gag at the sight of me, so I would say I'm good to go. But even so, sometimes I just sit (usually in front of my computer screen, ogling at some baber or another) and marvel at the fact that people are freaking nice. 

I hope I'm not sounding like the most typical teenage girl ever, gushing over attractive men, but good Lord, men are attractive. Women are, too! Just. Everyone is totally gorgeous and it confuses me how they do it. And there's so many shades of gorgeous, too. The sexy spectrum knows no bounds. Is there some sort of secret recipe for hotness that's kept under nucleotide-sized lock and key by the biology commanding our genetics? Maybe there's a YouTube tutorial on how to properly apply genetic makeup.

You probably have a celebrity crush, or at least a crush on someone whose image you can find on Google. Look them up right now. This is a creepy suggestion, but study them. Really look at them. Doesn't it boggle your mind how attractive they are? Doesn't it just make you wonder how they do it? Have you seen Robert Downey Jr. in a tank top?

Seriously mind-blowing.

How do hot people do it.