So I'm not really sure how to tackle this without sounding boring and cliche, but here we go. I'm a college student living in D.C., and it's fun as hell. I love to take advantage of the city--I find it has a lot to offer, and much of it fascinating.

For a person my age, I am very well-traveled. Last semester I studied abroad in Dublin and over the summer I did a photojournalism internship in Peru. It was pretty fantastic. I have also backpacked all around the Middle East and gave my mom a stomach ulcer. I love everything about traveling--meeting new people, trying new food, the way shit goes wrong about 90% of the time, hiking, and the general awesomeness that comes with it.

Ok, so now that you think I'm super pretentious, let me try to reassure you that I'm very laid-back. It's difficult to upset me/make me mad. I find anger a debilitating emotion--it's encapsulated into such an intense, fleeting moment, you end up saying/doing things you almost always regret. So, as a rule I don't let myself get too irritated with people. However, the Skins have been tampering with my mental health lately. Damn them!

Also, I dyed my hair black a few days ago. I'm insanely pale so I look borderline dramatically different than I do in my pictures. Take heed. I should warn you that I'm obsessive about putting on sunscreen everyday and do not believe in being orange. This face is going to look fresh as hell in 10 years. I mean, vampires are in these days, so I guess it's more acceptable than it would have been two seconds ago, when Harry Potter was all that jazz.

I'm a journalism major about to enter the Big Bad World in May. I write regularly for a paper and am working as a part-time slave for National Geographic. Don't be fooled by the "slave" terminology--it is as awesome as you probably imagine.

Basically, I am busy all the time. Having a social life in addition to my other responsibilities means I don't get much sleep. But it's all good--I find my life very gratifying.

COOKING. Let's cook together.

um. I'm pretty small in all areas except one.

Books: The Bible.

HAHA, just kidding!

The Koran.

HAHA, gotcha again!

The Bhagavad Gita.

No? Getting old already?

Alright... I'll tell you.

It's....

The Davinci Code.

Ok, ok, time to stop being a sarcastic ass. I love anything by J.M. Coetzee, Steinbeck, Nabokov, Hunter S. Thompson... One Hundred Years of Solitude kind of blew my mind. I know a lot of people say they like to read, but really, I live for good books.

Movies: There Will Be Blood, The Shining...

Music: Raaaaaah so much. Lame answer--will get back to this later.

Food: Oh boy. Indian food, please. All day, every day. I also love sushi... and spinach... and hummus. I like food, ok? Just nothing that comes in a cardboard box containing words such as "Whopper," "nugget," "ring," etc.

And I really love the Oxford comma, apparently.

1. Family
2. Friends
3. Coffee
4. Books
5. Internet
6. Passport

the following quotes:

"Dress for the job you want, not the one you have."

"Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society."

"Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes."

"Shopping tip: You can get shoes for 85 cents at the bowling alley."

All these seem like very sound advice. But which one is the best one? Why am I worried about fashion advice from a bunch of deceased men?? Wait, does that make me sexist? Wait... are bowling shoes really 85 cents? I haven't been bowling since I was 16 and still smoking weed... wait... why did I stop smoking weed again?

Out, drinking. Or in with a bunch of my friends, drinking. Usually on Saturdays I am more low-key--I do enjoy some quiet time.

I suppose I should mention that I really enjoy drinking... and great beer. I am a firm believer in the "work hard, play hard" philosophy. If you have problems with a bunch of generally motivated, intelligent people enjoying some drunken banter on the weekends, I can guarantee you we will not be more than friends. However, if you feel like a kid in a candy store at Brickskeller's... well, I look forward to spending time with you there.

I'm completely terrified by the fact that I'm doing this. I am feeling shy and uncertain about all the whole thing, so I encourage you to shoot me a message.

you have a bulldog. I really want one but I live in a building that doesn't allow pets. Also, I'm almost never serious, so if you understood that I was kidding for a lot of this, kudos. Sometimes I can't even tell.