the gypsy

ciao!

i'm rissa.

actually, i'm marissa. or rory or lara or laramie or finley. and it sometimes it's just "honey, you are in so much trouble."

and, really, i'm not a gypsy. i'm a small town midwesterner who spends a majority of her school day daydreaming of places far, far away. but being a gypsy sounds so much more poetic {even if it is politically incorrect...} than being a teenager who wants the hell out.

the traveling bug has just recently bit me on the arse, though i've always dreamt of seeing the world. especially europe, but everywhere else, too. i don't want to NOT visit anywhere {except for maybe antarctica. that's a bit cold for my taste.}

i'm a gluten-free girl and what people in my town would call "crunchy" in other ways, too - i don't straighten my hair on a regular basis, if i use creamer in my coffee, it's coconut milk; i love the books we read for AmLit, i love doing yoga, and i really don't like junk food. well, except for the kind that i can't eat anymore. plus, i'm not a devout.... well, anything. i just believe what i believe {and where i come from, that tends to be a MAJOR issue for people}. but i do love doing my makeup and dressing stylishly and doing my nails and feeling pretty. what girl doesn't?

my momma is the most beautiful person i have ever met, inside and out. my dad is a wannabe-rockstar of an arsehole who tries to redeem himself every now and then. my biological sisters are crazy. my father's wife and her daughters are awe-inducing. my stepbrother is a giant teddy bear and sweet as can be, and he's also autistic. in my eyes, that makes him even more of an amazing person. and evvie, my sister by words, not by law or blood, well.... she speaks for herself.

i seem to run best on a little sleep and a lot of caffeine, but that might just be the writer in me. i seem to be a bit flighty anymore, because i can't stand to be at home for extended periods of time. i'm learning how to own only what i need and little more, which comes in handy, considering i'll be applying for colleges in the fall.

my fifteenth year was my boy-crazy year -- it seems like every girl goes through one at some point. hopefully that's over now and the tangled web of boys can be brushed away into a dark corner of my mind behind a locked door. i'm not even going to try to untie that knot anytime soon.

hopefully, my sixteenth will continue to be a bit calmer - blossoming into who i'm supposed to be, learning how to be a gypsy, and rebuilding a friendship from scratch.

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