Me.

when i wake up in the morning and go upstairs, the draining sound of the coffee maker makes my stomach feel empty.

i like the word robust.

the word corduroy makes me think of a college campus out east in the fall, with leaves all over and sunshine and indie music.

things inspire me all the time, and i want to create things, invent, make stuff, do stuff. by the time i stand up to do all that stuff i dont want to do it anymore, whether its from laziness, short attention span, or loss of interest.

this might be surprising to you, but i procrastinate terribly.

once i start something, i have to finish it. if i stop i'll never get it done. ever.

sometimes im highly passive aggressive. sometimes just plain passive. other times i march right up and say exactly what i want to say.

i dont deal in extremes. im somewhere in the middle about almost everything. when asked my opinion on something, the answer i give most is, 'it depends.'

i eat a lot. when i know ive eaten a lot, i try to balance it out by telling myself im not gonna eat the entire next day. it never works. this is how i know i can never be anorexic. im okay with that. (its a good thing right?)

im extremely awkward.

if i could relive one moment in my life, it would be sixth hour on june sixth, when i went to sixth hour band for the last time. the rest of the moments that i screwed up, i can deal with, and anyway they might ruin the space time continuum or something.

i have excellent spelling and grammar and would have to say that that is the subject that im best at. even if im not currently using said spelling and grammar at this moment.

im a romantic. keep in mind that romantic isnt always related to love. it just means i like those cliche, beautiful situations. you know what i mean? just look it up. i'll look it up for you:
romantic: (noun)  Inclined toward or suggestive of feelings of excitement and mystery. get it?

im also a pacifist. now, contrary to popular belief, pacifists can still hit people. so if i smack you upside the head, dont pull the 'i thought you were a pacifist!' thing. i just dont believe in violence or killing people. unless its virtual.

im an optimist and an idealist. hopefully you know what both of those are. a note about optimism: just because optimists look for the best in situations doesnt mean that they are happy and cheerful all the time. people seem to think that.

i have my entire life planned out, year for year. i hope it works out that way, and yet i also hope it turns out completely different.

there are so many options for my life to be. and my personality. i keep thinking that. i could be a crazy old cat lady whose door some little kid knocks on for a dare, and then i come out looking all mean and then invite him in for cookies and then everyone in the neighborhood loves me after that. i could be a crazy partying college student and end up at a mediocre job in some cubicle, where my husband makes most of the dough, and we end up living the average american life with three kids, a dog, and a house in the suburbs with a well-kept lawn and our heads down. i could travel the world with my crazy weed-smoking artist boyfriend, and meet all kinds of crazy people and be a hippie and sleep in the middle of a field in germany or next to a hobo in rome. i keep thinking of all the different ways my life could turn out, and it amazes me. not that i'd want my life to be any of these things, necessarily. although the cat lady thing sounds kinda fun. just kidding. anyway. think about it. at this point in our lives, we can be anything. (take a look, its in a book, reading rainbow)