I have lived in California my entire life, while awake and in denial. I enjoy most anything new and anything used that offers an adventure when it breaks down. I am a little shy at first but it won't last for long(not because I leave you before then I might add). I like versatility and variety, and I love to see creativeness in place of hopelessness.

Any form of creative expression is always interesting to me and I wish more people would venture off and achieve something out of their creative abilities instead of harboring them away, even if it never leaves the apartment. Live a little weird, no one minds.

I am a diagnosed alien, turned robot, cloned, and quantitatively inane

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I am good at going to Taco Bell for breakfast/lunch/dinner even though that place sucks, starting an essay for a class after it is due and after the grade docking still getting a C- on it, and the only other thing I am good at is imagining I am on a relatively distant planet breathing in argon and nitrogen gases to realize I don't need an imagination to do that.

Stuff.

I enjoy reading, though primarily I am out of the novel realm. The last novel I liked was Catcher in the Rye. Anything that can dive deep into something intrinsic to psychology/philosophy/racing usually catches my eye. My other eye is devoted to the picture on the cover but I don't judge a book by its cover. I obtain books faster than I can spare the time to read them and I don't start a book unless I think I can finish it that same day.

I was originally a Film and Digital Media major before I switched to Psychology so I love movies. Gladiator, Alien, Pulp Fiction, Inglorious Bastards, The Little Mermaid, Zoolander, Terminator, The Princess and the Frog....

Music is the name of the imaginary planet in-between the dwarf planet Pluto and Neptune, and Tiesto, Armin Van Buuren, Coldplay, Mozart, Linkin Park, Blink 182...they are just a few of its gods.

I like anything with grease and salt. I was a vegetarian for a year, but I don't think I could ever do that again. I come from hippieland Santa Cruz, CA so veganism and vegetarianism are not anything I am not already used to. I love food of all kinds but I prefer meat in it regardless. I require bacon cheeseburgers, chilicheesedogs, tacos, sushi, shrimp, burritos, lasagna and nachos to maintain my sanity.

I compose in my head, sometimes. Sometimes I think up possible plots for a film or book. Whatever it is that I am thinking it is usually involving something relatively important to my life. More often than not it is on the scale of Why are we here? How did we get here? and Why do i love racing when it is the most expensive sport that ever was.

Making music, hanging out with friends, watching a film, or trying to figure out if it is still Friday night.

I am not very evasive when it comes to private matters. Once I took a shot in the arm and then the nurse left me in the room. I became lightheaded and sweaty and the next thing I knew I was on the floor looking up at the ceiling. For a few minutes I lost my sense of smell, taste, and most of the feeling in my body. I got back up on the counter before the doctor came in and it was as if nothing had happened as far as she was concerned. Anyways, I lost my sense of smell and went to IN-N-Out. As I was sitting in the line to order my food I felt something fall down my pant leg and hit my foot and bounce off. I looked down and lo and behold a brown looking thing sat next to me as though I had walked into the place with it. Now, I am not entirely all together here so I just kind of looked at it and then at the kids behind it and then at the older couple behind them and then at the cops off to the side and basically everyone in the place was staring back at the mysterious object that was laying on the floor of the place that they had decided to eat their lunch at that day, and of course at me. As I approached the register the man taking my order constantly screwed up my simple two double doubles request, distracted by the brown thing behind me. After my order was in I went and sat down, which was where I began to smell something rather distasteful. A rather fowl stench began wafting up my nostrils that I recall only ever smelling in elementary school when I had shat my pants in the 2nd grade....and then it hit me. As I got up, walked past the now less mysterious object that I succumbed to the floor, and hopped into the restroom I dropped my pants to discover the source of the round brown body halting further continuation of the In-N-Out line. Feeling like Sherlock Holmes I pranced on out into the dining room where everyone with eyes to see and cataracts alike, stared with the expression on their face, "Is that a human turd sitting on the dining room floor of In-N-Out as I am eating my cheeseburger, fries and strawberry shake... or am I just dreaming?" As they all then glanced my direction, and even the cops knew who the perpetrator of this crime was (and what a crime it was), I still decided to hold out and wait for my food. It was the most packed I had ever seen any In-N-Out ever in my entire life, I crapped a juicy brown shit on their floor, and I still had the balls to wait for my food. As far as the crap is concerned, I intended to take care of it, but when I came out of the restroom it was in the process of being cleaned up by one of the In-N-Out employees. An In-N-Out employee with a rather dejected look on his face. So I guess you could say...I lucked out.

Message me if you like random potentially life-threatening magical responses coming from a higher power's short-term fill-in minimum-wage paid secretary who only speaks brown and is bitter towards the world, want to say hi or if you are a singer and could contribute some vocal talent for the band or if you want to go out sometime to Oz or Nevereverland. Certainly message me if you want to go racing at the track. I HEART messages assuming they are coming from unsure-but-leaning-towards-sane people.