Ladies!...and gentlemen, if you've decided that perusing this is for you (fair warning: beyond being friends or, I suppose, enemies, I'm not interested in the attraction of men), I'm in Afghanistan until July. Womp womp. Sadface. So if you'd like to chat and become super friends (or enemies, again), then let's do that! If I'm lucky I'll return in one piece! Thus far, I have been very lucky in that regard. Whee!

Yay! A summary, which to me is the same as reading a sentence to a computer monitor and wondering why it doesn't respond.

I've decided to revamp, a word that has absolutely nothing to do with vampires if you were thinking that (and if so, don't feel bad, I had to look up the etymology to verify my assumption) this entire thing. My prior style was all random bullet points, and since I enjoyed it so much I'm going to stick with it!

I've lived overseas for 7 non-sequential years.
Having to put dashes in words that contain "non" bothers me for reasons I cannot explain.
I was recently told I have very kind eyes.
I have no idea how to sum myself up into a little text box.
I'm fairly sarcastic.
Sports are fun to play, so I like them.
I was recently told my very kind eyes are deceptive.
I'm tall in the U.S. but average height in the Netherlands.
I can dress myself, and do, pretty much everyday. In the morning, and then sometimes, if I'm feeling crazy, again later.
I love pancakes, and if you don't, I really don't think our friendship will last.
I'm a catalyst to others at times.
I'm a hazard to myself.
I'm not very good at poker, not because I can't hide what my cards are, but because I can't tell what everyone else has.
The other day I failed to put a nail into the wall. The wall was metal, and my hammer was a plastic jar. Go figure.
I went to college to avoid finding out what it was I really wanted to do. I joined the Army to pay some bills. I took a job in Iraq to kill some time and avoid commuter traffic, and then moved randomly to Indiana. Now that I've lived in Indiana, I think I'll leave and go to San Diego.
I got into law school recently, and while excited, I also feel that this may be mildly comedic considering I'm almost a decade on the age I assume my classmates will be. $20 says they think I'm 24. Everyone else does.
I hate when people have pictures, but no captions. Even ignoring sarcasm and cleverness, just put a damned description there. Deal breaker? Yeah, it is.
I think Law School will be boring, and difficult, and I have no desire to do it. But I think being a criminal lawyer would be pretty fun.
I don't like getting sunburns, in case you were curious and maybe wanted to throw one my way. I'd have said, "No thanks. But the offer is kind."
I feel like I have done a very poor job of describing myself, but I'm hungover and tired, so this'll have to do.
Like a cat, I enjoy naps and stretching. Unlike a cat, I do not pounce on birds and eat them.
I like that I know how to use words like syntax in their proper place and time.
I once didn't shave for 2 weeks, then shaved a stupid design into my face and wore it around for a week. Mutton chops, a la souvarov, fu manchu - as long as it looked dumb, I did it. That's how to kill time in Iraq.

I am enjoying every bit of every second of my life to the fullest. If that means sleeping on my couch in the middle of the day, or racing rental cars through crowded pedestrian streets, it is what it is. All I know is that no one will ever take control of my decisions again, and I'll still survive. And then some.

Like 80% of the people here, I'm not actually from San Diego but will be moving there. The prospect of apartment hunting seems daunting to me, because not only do I know nothing of the area, but I don't have a location to stay at while looking for room! I'll figure it out.

Too many things to name in this little box. I'm good at listening and talking and smiling and running. I'm good at hanging out and having fun. I've very, very good at laughing.

And if you aren't good at laughing, you need dire help.

I have no clue. I'm tall, but I slouch. I'm fit, but I wear loose clothes. I'm a sarcastic asshole, so that one probably registers first. I'm also very cute and often unshaven, so maybe that?

Or my collection of shirts and pants, which I wear as often as I can.

I haven't really considered this topic since I got out of middle school. But for what it's worth, back then my favorite food was pizza. My favorite movie was probably still Willow, my favorite show would have been the original animated X-Men, of which I'm still probably a fan because I can't get that damn theme song out of my head.
Music I think I listened to Nirvana, and book wise I really enjoyed Catch-22.

Maybe I've changed, maybe I haven't.

Shoes.

Some form of physical exertion.

A really cool moon to stare at, at night.

Big, gnarled and crazy trees to play on.

A jump rope.

Clever conversation.

Everything. My mind wanders like a child in a toy store. One minute I'm thinking about the way I can pick up a small object, the next I'm debating in my head how to take apart and put back together a car.

It isn't in any way understandable, but it isn't in any way crazy.

And that is what makes the difference, to me.

There is no typical Friday night. Fill the night with tons of random activities, and that's me.

I like eating random things so that I can talk about them later.

I like doing random things because I know no one will ever do them for me.

It dawned on me recently that the idea of a real job, a 9 to 5 job doing some form of well paying albeit drab work actually terrifies me. Not the work itself, or even the process it would take to get me the job. I am simply terrified of collecting dust in a cubicle somewhere. Dying from within.

If I had the option of punching Joe Rogan in the face, or drinking with Christoper Walken, it would be a hard toss us. That's how much I hate Joe Rogan.

Chances are if you're going to message me, you don't need some strange plea of why you should.