I’ve always admired quirky girls. It’s sort of a fascination. Maybe because I know I’ll never be the popular blond cheerleader type. Maybe because I think popularity and fitting in are both overrated. I like girls who do their own thing, who have close knit groups of friends who can talk about anything, who have interests and hobbies and dreams. I admire girls with freckles and red hair and outfits that are “out of style”. Girls who read foreign poetry just to hear the rhythms of it, or collect old trunks, or write letters to pen palls in other countries even though almost everyone uses e-mail instead nowadays. Girls who find meaning where others don’t see it, who are intrinsically motivated and intellegent and funny. Who have opinions. Girls who can take care of themselves. Interesting individuals. I want to be one of those girls. Maybe I am. Maybe I can be.