Hi, I'm Fer :) I'm a 20 year old journalism student from Brazil.
My life is not very interesting. My hobbies include watching TV 24/7, calling Adam Scott stupid and crying over Amy Poehler's face.
I cry a lot. Over a lot of things. I'm clumsy in a not cute kind of way. I don't have a lot of friends, mostly bc I don't like many people, but at the same time I have this thing where I want everyone to like me so yeah, I have a problem.
I watch a lot of TV shows. Seriously. I watch from PLL to Shameless. So talk to me about that.
I also love music, any kind of music. And, yes, that includes Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus.
You can talk to me, I swear I'm a nice person! :D (unless you want me to give you my url. spoiler alert: I won't).
I suppose the whole thing was very sophisticated.I mean, there I was, wearing the perfect red lipstick, sitting in a hotel lobby,listening to stories about Berlin. But the truth is,I had never felt more like a kid.I wanted my house and my tree and my Christmas stocking…and my dad.
Tessa: No offense, Dalia, but why does someone your age need a nanny anyway? Dalia: When your day is dark, a nanny can make it light, by turning on a light. And if you’re hungry but you’re not in a restaurant, a nanny can call a restaurant and order in. And if you’re on the beach, and you only see one set of footprints, it’s because your nanny’s carrying you. Tessa: Wow. Dalia: And you know how you suck at guitar? A nanny would pretend like you don’t suck at guitar, but I’m not your nanny. Tessa: Well, thanks for not sugarcoating it. Dalia: You suck at guitar. Tessa: No. No. No. I… I got it. Heard and understood. Dalia: Okay… Good luck at the talent show.