For a girl, I'm not really.... girl like(?). At least not a stereotypical girl, anyway. 

My nails break? Okay. 

There's a bug? Cool. 

Spider? I end up squishing those for most of my friends. 

My hair? It's either down or in a ponytail. I know no other style. 

Crying over a boy? Bitch please. 

Starbucks? Eh. 

Spending three years to shop for clothes? Hell no. Someone give me an oversized hoodie and my favorite pair of ripped jeans. 

Not knowing what to eat? Eh. I know what I want to eat, but you don't want what I want which means I can't have it which means we're getting pizza.