My name is Rachel.

I feel like I have to change my profile constantly, seeing as I'm constantly changing myself. So I'm guessing this is my 129th edit. It'll change again soon, believe me.

Well, let's see. I'm crazy as fuck. Some may see it as good, some may see it as bad. Some may be neutral about it. It's whatever to me. I see myself as gracefully awkward. I'm not too sure what that means.

People come and go in my life. I find myself to be somewhat anxious and shy so it's not a rare thing to see me standing or sitting alone, looking utterly nonchalant. Actually, that's a lie. I try to be nonchalant. It usually doesn't work. In fact, you'll probably see me fidgeting with my clothes and picking my nails and brushing back my hair and being interested in really noninteresting things. Because really, I'M FUCKING AWKWARD.

Ummmmmm

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I like cats.
And the smell of white tea.
Socks make me feel imprisoned.
I wash my hands a lot.
I like to cr-ii-iccckkk my neck
and my fingers
and toes
and knees
and ankles
and occasionally
elbows.

Vanilla makes me cringe,
I emit strange guttural noises,
I am a friend of Mary Jane.
I am a friend of all the terrible things you're not supposed to be friends with,
but what the hell.
Everyone has their own addiction,
mine makes me lazy.

I'm whatever you want to see me as.
So go for it.

Right now I'm working at a sushi restaurant as a hostess. I'm not going to school this semester, but I'll probably apply to North Lake or NCTC once spring rolls around. I'm still working on all of the "expectant" shit society has pushed on us. It happens.

In my spare time, I do this.

Shuffling my feet, doing that thing where you lay cards out on a table and make them all stand up in a line (I have no idea what that's called but I mastered it in an hour), whistling, popping my knuckles, forgetting people's names, ripping bongs. You get the idea.

Other than the useless stuff I can also sing very well, play piano, and write. These are pretty much the only three things I am confident in performing. Oh yeah, and cat whispering.

I'm really short. And I got some tig ol' bitties.

Music: The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, MGMT, Bright Eyes, Against Me!, Muse, Brand New, The Arcade Fire, Cassino, Regina Spektor, Weezer, Death Cab For Cutie, Of Montreal, As I Lay Dying, The Hush Sound, TV On The Radio, Animal Collective, Pink Floyd, Blessthefall, Radiohead, Deftones, and many more.

Movies: Closer, Alice in Wonderland, A Clockwork Orange, Requiem for a Dream, Wayne's World, The Breakfast Club, Empire Records, Can't Hardly Wait, Wet Hot American Summer, American Beauty, Donnie Darko, Being John Malkovitch, Memento, Kill Bill.

Books: The Lovely Bones, Memoirs of a Geisha, Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, Helter Skelter, Cat's Cradle, Catcher in the Rye, and anything by Chuck Palahniuk. The man's a genius.

Deodorant, music, air, water, kitties, and mary jane.

Things I've lost, things I've gained, things I don't care about and things I care way too much about. Usually when I'm thinking my "train of thought" goes from one end of the spectrum to the other. I prefer not to linger on one specific thought because it makes me space out and/or have acid flashbacks.

Always doing something different. I could be sitting at home getting drunk and watching Terminator, smoking in a garage somewhere, driving around, playing darts, telling entertaining anecdotes, falling over, laughing until I cry, or a combination of these things.

I'm not as innocent as I look. I have a shady past and a closet full of skeletons. (Metaphorically speaking, of course. I have never killed anyone.)

Your name starts with "Ad" and ends with "riana Lima."

No but really, message me if you want. I might respond, I might not. Depends on if what you say is interesting.