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25 Gainesville, FL Woman


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  • Ages 18–40
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My details

Last online
Oct 8, 2014
5′ 1″ (1.55m)
Body type
Strictly anything
Christianity, and somewhat serious about it
Gemini, and it matters a lot
Working on university
Seeing Someone
Strictly monogamous
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Has dogs and has cats
English (Fluently), German (Okay)
My self-summary
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I read constantly, I over think obsessively, I play my music too loud, and I keep very strange hours. I fancy myself something of a female Holmes, if only for the markedly flawed personality and not quite the ability to make minute observations...

My life? I was called a prodigy when I was seven after scoring outside the boundaries of the Wechsler Intelligence Scale for Children. I passed the Florida state college entrance exam at eleven, but didn't attend. I graduated high school at sixteen. I won a National Championship at eighteen. I moved to Vancouver at nineteen and Germany at twenty and Gainesville at twenty-one. At twenty-two I convinced some college to give me a degree and at twenty-three I applied to the University of Florida and was admitted. I'm twenty-five now, still a little girl lost, but at least I know I'm home. I love UF, my horse Prism & strange menagerie of rescue animals, high quality spandex, New Rock boots, my half-foot tall hot pink mohawk, good conversation, laughing till it hurts, (bike) riding the Hawthorne trail, playing with makeup and generally faking it till I make it.
What I’m doing with my life
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Pursuing a degree in soil & water science at the University of Florida. Working as a make-up artist in my free time. Trying to become the best, fittest, happiest and most sane version of myself. It's a process.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
People, and animals - they both tend to like me off the bat. I'm a brilliant writer, mostly prose and mostly for myself, but I can make you feel something when I need to, and that's what counts. I get a lot of compliments on my hair and makeup, which is my only form of successful artistic expression.
The first things people usually notice about me
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My fantastic ass or my big scary goth boots or my half-foot tall hot pink mohawk. I mean, it really depends on the angle.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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I got sick a few years ago and started watching Game of Thrones on HBOGo. I got really into it and decided to get the first book on my Kindle. Then I read the next one. And now I've read all of them and all of the little side short stories many times over, and I'm completely obsessed. I also love everything by Neil Gaiman.

I really like House. And Orange is the New Black, and House of Cards. I thought Bridesmaids was hilarious.

I have an incredibly bizarre taste in music that spans from Steve Aoki to Ani Difranco to Eminem to Miranda Lambert to Brand New to Suicide Commando and The White Stripes.

I don't know how to feel about food, these days. It all tastes the same.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Comfortable shoes that I find attractive.
Corrective vision aids - I usually wear colored circle lenses that enlarge my iris and make my eyes funny colors, but it's genuinely because I'd be blind otherwise.
UF - has such a highly-rated school ever been more willing to help an effed up person like me accomplish their goals?
Nicotine delivery system - I've been using an electronic cigarette for two years now, and I love it.
My job as a make-up artist - I make people feel better about themselves and teach them how to do things so that they can feel better about themselves everyday. It's actually a really beautiful thing.
My mom, my best friend, my horse, my cats, my rats, etc. All of the living things I love from the bottom of my heart.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Loneliness, studying, my animals & my responsibilities in caring for them, characters from A Song of Ice and Fire. Most embarrassing section of this profile by far.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
This Friday night, I plan to be miserable and heart-broken. I don't remember where I was last Friday.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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One night in a strange little town in Germany so badly bastardized by the American soldiers that it is called K-Town instead of its proper name (Kaiserslautern - too hard to pronounce, apparently), I stumbled into a bar because I couldn't find my way home. The friend I was with wasn't able to get into the club we had gone to that night, even after I'd tried to persuade the bouncers ("Ney, er ist mein Freund und du hast bereits lasst mich in!"), so I left, too. The rest of my friends were all inside and no one was left out with him, and we were in K-Town and didn't know our way around, and he was too fucking drunk to figure out the way back to the Hotel Alcatraz alone. Apparently I was too drunk to figure it out with him, and so there we were, in this dark bar.

As I was telling the bartender what I wanted to drink, the man grabbed my hand and grinned. I realized he was holding something and was giving it to me via the strangest handshake of my life. I told him I wanted a half-liter Hefeweizen and he put my hand on the table, palm down. My friend ordered a Hefe, too, and then he just looked at me. I hadn't actually moved my hand yet.

"What the fuck was that about?"
"I have no idea... what is it?"

I opened my hand and we both looked. In this dingy bar, where I had pissed on the street only a block or so down, a tiny packet of Haribo gummy bears was in my palm, as seemingly expectant as they were unlikely.

We were kicked out of the bar an hour or two later, as we were talking when the rest of the patrons went silent as a radio announcement in German was cranked up. I learned that my friend was the atheist son of a priest, who still went to his father's masses. My own father was an atheist, dead and never buried in consecrated ground. We found our way home thanks to an American lieutenant who used his GPS to find our hotel, after buying us a round in a much nicer looking establishment.
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