I'm nineteen. I'm six feet tall, I'm not that cool and I trip a lot (because my feet are too small for my body). Oh, and I'm a lesbian.
I find describing myself so impossibly difficult. The things I'd tell a stranger seem to change every eight seconds.
I just moved here a week ago, so don't expect me to know where anything is. I'm really fucking weird. I can't for the life of me eat chocolate ice cream without getting it all over my face, I pop every joint in my body constantly, I laugh at my own jokes, at inappropriate times, and at things that aren't funny. Pretty girls make me nervous. I'm really good at making movie references that no one gets. I'm a really fucking sarcastic ass person, so I hope you can keep up with that.
I'm here in Fort Wainwright for the whoooole summer and there's nothing to fucking do here but be fucking HILARIOUS, barbecue, drink beer, and play Call of Duty. (Though don't get me wrong, I'm down for outdoor explorations and other adventurous shit.)