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charlie-kinns Make my heart skip beats, give me a camera and let me loose. Make my palms sweat, hand me a crisp, clean, envelope containing the photographs. Make me have a heart attack, enlarge them onto canvas prints. Hi, I'm Tawnia, and I would love a nickname more then anything. Please give me one? I'd like one that has nothing to do with my name at all, something like Triggerhappy, or Claire, but please don't call me Claire. I'm your average teenager who claims she is anything but average. I'm not very big, but I've got a heart of a lion. It's too bad most of that love goes to animals instead of humans, but I currently go to high school, and just about any human I've met, has turned out to be someone I wasn't expecting. I'm a 17 year old girl, and I'm just as lost and confused as any other teenage girl in a Hollywood movie. I don't know exactly who I am today, but I know who I will be when I'm older. So I suppose I'm not to terribly lost, but it can get ridiculously confusing. My heart pumps blood through a 5'4" frame. Dreadlocks with bone beads. Earlobes stretched and plugged with yellow diachronic gauges. Brown eyes that are too big for my face according to my art teacher's calculations. Thin lips underneath a small round nose, with a freckle to the side of my top lip. My teeth aren't sharp, and I will always think my bottom teeth are much too small compared to my top teeth, but what can I do? Sometimes I think my neck is too long, sometimes I don't think I have a neck at all, either way there will always be two necklaces gently placed at the end of my neck, resting in the middle of my collar bone. I have long skinny battery fingers, which are all crooked and bend in places they shouldn't. My fingers are like my feet, they are never still. Always moving, always making something, noise, shuffling, drumming, drawing, writing, walking, dangling, doing anything and everything but staying still. I have a pet rat named Ellie, she is the best rat anyone could ask for. She would do backflips for peanut butter or a slice of ham if she could. I also have a pastel yellow elephant I can't go to slumberland without. His name is Marley, and he keeps my nightmares at bay. I go to bed with him every night, but I awake to two girls. Yelping, licking, biting, and scratching away at my covers, begging and begging for my attention. They are Jenny & Cheekies, my two 6 month old Puggles. It's impossible to wake up cranky with these two being my alarm clock. Somedays I sit around in my pj's all day, and somedays I can't get outta the house fast enough and there isn't enough time in the day to do everything I have set I want to do that day. It all depends, on every aspect of my morning. Anyone can die in a movie and I'm fine, unless it's an old person, in which case I will cry to no ends. If there is a mother dying in a movie, with a dog always by her side, and the mother dies, I won't cry. But if the dog even so much as hurts his paw, there is no comforting me whatsoever. I'm the biggest animal lover, and I want to be a squirrel more then you wanted a red bike when you were 5. ps. I'm wonderfully in love with my best friend.