About me… every once in a while I change this page completely because I am not the exact same person I was however many months ago that I wrote this, nor will I be the same person next week. Crazy how life changes us and makes us who we are, no? Right now, my life is consumed by school, work, family, friends, and my dear boyfriend, not necessarily in that order. If I’m not around these things/people then I am thinking about them. If I am not doing that then I am sleeping!
So anyway, I don’t really know what to write at the moment, so here’s that stupid 25 things list I did that was infecting Facebook recently:
- Ever since I got tagged, I have been trying to think of interesting things to say about myself. Turns out I am not all that interesting.
- I do not like stupid people. It takes quite a bit to make me think someone is stupid and by stupid, I usually mean ignorant…usually. Since I am not exactly Einstein myself, you have to be REALLY stupid for me to think you are stupid “stupid.”
- I am aware that I sometimes have an accent. It comes out occasionally depending on my surroundings.
- This one has been one of my lifelong secret talents: I can play music on my front teeth. I have only performed for my sister (she probably doesn’t even remember) and that is how it shall stay.
- The more I learn, the more I realize I don’t know.
- I am a super duper packrat. I have piles and piles of things and I won’t let anyone help me clean because I kind of have an idea where everything is, unless too much time has passed then it’s kinda sorta as good as gone.
- Speaking of which, I kind of have this sixth sense for finding things that other people lose, but it never works for me.
- Trends, fads, bandwagons, whatever you want to call them, do not appeal to me. I try to avoid them at all costs because who wants to be like everyone else? Get your own personalities, fools. That I am doing this little ditty sort of contradicts this number, but I do enjoy learning about other people so sacrifices must be made. Sigh.
- I. Hate. Clubbing. The scantily clad girls, the sleazeballs, the crappy tunes, all of it. I make an exception for themed clubbing.
- I pretty much love themed anything! I especially loved all those themed parties my roomies and I used to have.
- My first drink was over a month after I turned 21. My roomie Helen bought my first drink in this pub-ish place in London and she wasn’t even 21 yet. It was called a Frisky Bison and it was disgusting.
- My boyfriend can read me like a book and it never ceases to freak me out/amaze me. He is a pretty cool guy.
- I love love love people who march to the beat of their own drums. I don’t care if they’ve got amazing and interesting stories to tell, I just love that they are totally their own people and do what they do because they want to, not because they want to seem “cool” or want to fit in with or impress others. The perfect example of this is my dear friend Pheebo. She has no idea how much I admire her! <3
- Listening to the radio too much makes me want to punch someone in the face.
- I am extremely judgmental during my initial impressions of people (though I don’t really show it), but I am willing to get to know people to prove myself wrong because I want to believe there is something good or interesting about everyone. Unfortunately, there are occasionally people that I was dead-on about the first time.
- My eyes glow green for those who are blessed with the gift of having a creative mind.
- Humor is the way to my heart. I love funny people and I love people who understand my lame humor because that means, during such rare occasions that I encounter said persons, that I am not laughing by myself.
- Dead looking trees are very appealing to me, but even more so are trees with branches that are stripped of their leaves but have blossoms on them.
- I consider myself socially inept, especially while I am in school because I am always tired and shut in at my apartment. I usually have little to nothing to bring to a conversation…but I am a good listener if that counts for anything.
- I am just a big kid stuck in a taller body with the face of a 14-year-old. I don’t want to grow up. I don’t like what I have seen some people become in the “real world,” so I am going to try to avoid it somehow.
- I have kind of been getting by under the radar doing very minimal work and I kind of like it but it makes me feel unaccomplished. I have yet to discover a passion for doing something that will make me want to go that extra mile.
- Vintage things, events, hairdos, etc. make me giddy. It amazes me how well vintage things have been crafted and preserved, since they have survived the test of time, while the things mass produced today can barely last a year or two.
- I try to use everything in my possession and produce as little trash as I can, because I am a mean green reducing machine. I am not as green as I can be, and that is something I really need to work on.
- I have come to terms with the fact that my dog just uses me for belly rubs. I just have to live with the reality that my love for her shall remain unrequited.
- I am easily amused and entertained. Most people know this about me.
Love, I has it. 
