AboutI'm putting up an About Me, so you don't judge me as a goat rapist or anything.
I often start conversations in Spanish. If you call me or whatever, I'll answer the phone, "Hola! Que tal?" But since I took three years of Spanish in high school and cheated too much the last two, I don't know enough to keep a conversation going. If you don't know Spanish, I'll continue speaking it, very badly, but happily since you won't know how badly. And if you do know Spanish, and converse with me in Spanish, I'll quickly switch to Spanglish or English. But I get to pretend to be bilingual for awhile at least.
I forget about my laundry and have to set alarms so people don't put it on top of the machines. It bugs me since I don't like the idea of other people touching my clothes after they've just been cleaned since who knows where that person's hands have been.
Chocolate is my one true love, seriously. If a guy gets me flowers or jewelry, it's nice but I'd prefer chocolate. I'm not terribly romantic, but I have my moments. And I'm more likely to gush over chocolate than I am over flowers or jewelry. And if a guy sings for me and gives me chocolate, then I'll probably love him right then and there.
My hair feels soft right now. I guess I left the conditioner in long enough. I dye my hair so it's kind of damaged. But I'm working on making it healthy again.
I'm nerdy enough to love Star Trek, Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. I think nerdy people are the coolest people ever. I always date nerdy boys and have nerdy friends. And even if conversations get too nerdy for me to comprehend, I still love listening because I think that the way nerds often analyze stupid little things is awesome.
When I grow up, I'll probably be either a psychologist of some kind or a photojournalist/some kind of photographer. Photojournalism is a dying field, but I love the idea of being paid to travel to captivating places to take pictures, so I like to think it will be possible. But everytime I try to steer away from psychology, something happens that just shows me it's inevitable. I am just afraid I don't have what it takes to be a therapist.
I'm a real photographer. I take time to find good angles and lighting and everything for every picture I take. I've invested money into it and call it a passion. I'm not that stupid kid who takes stupid pictures of nothing and calls it photography. I once lurked next to a smoking clown for ten minutes trying to get the perfect picture of him, and only left because he was starting to stare at me and the picture wouldn't be candid anymore.
If you call me a hipster, you'll get death glares. And I am not responsible for your safety.
I am a zebra.