The World According To A Smart Ass

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Which Robin Are you?

Which Robin Are You?

Dick Grayson (1st Robin)
[ ] You are male
[ ] You are the eldest of your siblings
[] You are in gymnastics/know some acrobatic moves
[] You love the circus
[x] You have lost someone precious to you in death
[x] You are caring and kind
[] You wear/enjoy briefs instead of boxers
[ ] You live with one parent/guardian
[x] You say “Holy ____” a lot
[x ] You have had many girlfriends/boyfriends
[x] You have quit a team before
[x] You have made a name for yourself
[ ] You have blue eyes
[ ] You have black hair
TOTAL: 6

Jason Todd (2nd Robin)

[ ] You are male
[] You are the second eldest of your siblings
[x ] You own a gun
[x] You have failed at something
[x ] You have had a near-death experience
[ ] You are headstrong and moody
[ ] You make rash decisions
[x] You have inner turmoil no one understands
[x] You have a grudge against someone
[x] You aren’t afraid to get your hands dirty
[ ] You are out for revenge
[ ] You prefer to work alone
[ ] You have blue eyes
[x] You have red hair
TOTAL: 7

Tim Drake (3rd Robin)
[ ] You are male
[ ] You are the third eldest of your siblings
[ ] You come from a wealthy family
[x] You idolize someone
[x] You think things through
[x] You are intelligent and quick to think
[x)] You are good a figuring out puzzles
[x] You are a leader
[x] You get good grades
[x] You fight with your younger sibling(s) a lot
[] You lose your temper easily sometimes
[ ] Your favorite color is red
[ ] You have blue eyes
[ ] You have black hair
TOTAL: 7

Stephanie Brown (4th Robin)
[x] You are female
[ ] You are the fourth eldest of your siblings
[ ] You don’t get along with your father
[ ] You father has been in jail
[ ] You are impulsive
[ ] You have dated someone from your same team (job/sports/etc.)
[x] You always feel you have something to prove
[ ] You have had a child
[x ] You change your appearance often
[x] You can play with the boys just as easily as with the girls
[ ] You have seriously thought about faking your own death
[ ] You have blue eyes
[ ] You have blond hair
TOTAL: 4

Damian Wayne (5th Robin)
[ ] You are male
[x ] You are the youngest of your siblings
[ ] You belong to a wealthy blood-line
[ ] You are short
[x] You are mature for your age
[ ] You are ~~always angry~~ easily annoyed
[ ] You fight a lot, whether verbaly or physically
[ ] Your parents are/have been divorced
[x] You curse a lot
[x] You admire your father
[ ] You live with only your father
[] You like cats
[ ] You have blue eyes
[ ] You have black hair
TOTAL: 4

So, I’m basically healthy mixture of Jason Todd and Tim Drake. I’m okay with this ha ha

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I Do Love Dick…

That awkward moment when you are on the phone with your platonic guy friend, not really listening to his story at all because you are looking at sexy pictures of NightWing, and in the middle of his story you can’t help but say, ” God, I love dick…” to which he replies, “Um, am I interrupting something? I know you love to multitask and everything…” And I should have have blushed, felt ashamed, but god dammit, I don’t care, and yes I am very attracted to NightWing

But what can I say? I really, really, really love Dick.

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My Slight Intense Love For Wally West…

There are several reasons why I love KidFlash a.k.a Wally West. Besides the fact that he is a very attractive redhead. He’s a spaz, extremely dorky at times, thinks he’s the shit when in reality he is just a sweetheart, and he also reminds me of the guy I like so….Yeah, if I can’t be with him, I’ll transfer my love to Wally :) haha

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Just Finished Rereading Paper Towns…

And I have realized that reading this wonderful piece of literature again: I’m a lot more like Margo, than I thought. I remember reading Paper Towns the first time, I was fifteen and I could relate to Margo Roth Spiegeleman but not on the level I am feeling now four years later.

“Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.”

I’ve always been closed off. It’s a defense mechanism I developed at very gentle and innocent age. So, forcing myself to create a believable story to go with the mask. How well do you know me? How well do you think you know me? It’s partially my own fault, but my fear to let people in has prevented me time and time again to become severely close to another.

There was several different versions of me: the person I was around my parents and family, the person I was when I use to go to church, the person I was around my “usual” group of friends, and the “other” group of friends that I didn’t see after school hours. If you had asked a different person from each of those groups, each person would describe a someone completely different. Fact: I was afraid to be me. But how could I be myself when I didn’t even know who that was?

Sadly, I’m still searching for that person. And I question how much of an act I have to put on? It’s an internal debate every morning that I wake. I feel trapped in my home. I fear I won’t be able to escape. I’ve always dreamed of moving far away, removing myself completely out of this life I have created within my surroundings. I even have it all planned. I.Know. What. I. Want. To leave. To escape. To disappear.

To start anew. Make a new life. A new person. A new me. Travel around the world, no commitments, nothing to tie me down. Just a random person you pass by on the street, a familiar face with no name. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and the more I consider it, the easier the idea to leave becomes, instead of just a far off thought.

But here is the one part that keeps me from floating away, and cutting off all those strings. The friends I’ve made at college. I did something I haven’t done since I lost my best friend at fourteen. I got close to people and let them in. However little it truly is, I at least let them inside, even though I won’t allow them to wonder. It proves to be futile nonetheless, since every door is locked and chained. And damn near impossible to get me to unlock. I keep these keys close, and hidden deep, no one has ever gotten me to fully open everything up. The few people who have come close, have passed on.

My secrets lie in the grave.

Those preventing me from leaving, you know who you are, but one day, maybe not now, but one day, I may just up and leave. I may disappear. The only difference between Margo and I? I won’t leave clues, because I believe on some level, she wanted to be found. She wanted to know that there was someone out that cared for her, for who she really was, and not what people thought her up to be.

I know who cares for me, at least I hope I do. Maybe you’ll call it running away, I call it being uninhibited. Wild. Free. Infinite. I will relinquish every responsibility, every loved one so I can be selfish for once. Go on a journey far away from my reality. Become someone else entirely. I’m not afraid of change. I’m not afraid to confront everything inside. I’m not afraid to stop looking in mirrors and start looking through windows.

I fear that by not saying goodbye, I might drive back to this one day. But until then, my determination says otherwise. I just have to find the strength to leave. That is the difficult part.

“It’s so hard to leave - until you leave. And then it’s the easiest goddamn thing in the world.”

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