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Well... someone wants to know my 5 "special habits."
So... I hope after you guys read this journal, you won't think that I am a weirdo.

First, I like to smell over all kinds of things.
Whenever I get something; I smell it.
And I like the smell of new books and "Working House" most.

Second, I tape all of my books, and I even make covers to protect them.
I don't know why I just like my books look like a new one.
So, I can't stand someone dirt my books or "destroy" it.
I remembered one time one of my classmates borrowed "British Litature" book from me.
Before I handed the book to her, I said, "Please be nice to the book and make sure it looks like a new one when you return it to me."
She PROMISED.
After one semester, she returned to book, BUT, BUT, BUT....she  spilt TEA on my precious book!!!!!
She even didn't tell me that till I found it out MYSELF.
I was very very VERY ANGERY, and still am.
I even tried to make her to buy me a new one because we had an AGREEMENT before and she PROMISED, because near FIVE HUNDRED PAGES were DIRTY and  WRINKLED.
Holly shit!!!
But in the end, I didn't make her to do anyhting, but I SWEAR I will not lend any of my books to anyone else except someone who share the same "special habbits" with me.

Third, when I sleep, I have to cover my lips with sheet because mosquitos love to kiss me.
Come on, I am not a gay. Go find someone else.

Fourth, I don't like to wash my face because my skin is sensitive, because I hate to get water in my eyes, because I just don't like it. Hahahaha.....

Fifth, when I am asked to hand in the paper which is must be written by hand, I will make it very nest and looks very nice.
I know I am not going to get extra points from my beautiful handwriting, but I just want to make it nice.
Maybe after several years when I take them out from somewhere, I will enjoy my handwriting and tell myself  "Well done, girl."
Oh...by the way, I am proud of my English handwriting.

To sum up, I am not a weirdo. Hahahaha........

Many people think that they are special, so they deserve something different.
But after years, I found out that I am just a normal person like everybody else.
I have "special habbits,"  share my favorite colors with many girls, share the same name with many people, like singing, eating, being lazy.......
I am nobody, but I am happy.
That's enough. 

Once upon a time, there is a little girl named Miranda. She was born in a normal family, and her life had nothing speical. But from her journal and pictures, we can know that she was happy.

The End.