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My self-summary
When I was six I broke my arm jumping on the bed.

Actually, my friend and I were leaping from one bed to another, back and forth in the guest bedroom of my grandmother's house. My friend suggested that we hold hands and jump together, and though I was a cautious, rule-abiding child and perfectly aware that I was doing something very, very stupid, I agreed. We stood on the taller bed and she took my hand. Her palm was damp and, though I was a year older, larger than mine.

"All right," she said. "We'll count to three and we'll jump."

This, I think, must be the origin of my obsession with language and its imprecisions. We counted out loud, together, and when we reached three my friend tightened her grip on my hand and jumped.

I did not.

I'd expected to take the leap a moment later, to shout "One, two, three, JUMP!" and land safely together on the other side. Instead I fell, my right hand trapped in hers, and my left arm slammed hard into the wooden frame of the bed.

It wasn't a very serious break. My grandmother didn't even realize I needed to be taken to the hospital until the next day, though I sometimes wonder if this wasn't simply because I, like many people prone to melodrama, tend to keep my mouth shut when something is truly wrong. At the hospital they put a cast on my arm and gave me a navy blue sling that itched my shoulder.

My friend drew a dog on my cast with a red permanent marker. I said that it looked more like a possum, or maybe an embarrassed cow. She gave me a look that seemed to say, "It's sort of surprising that you don't break bones more often."

She wasn't wrong.
What I’m doing with my life
Working on my master's in library science; working as a library assistant in a library; reading books about libraries from the library.

What can I say? I'm an animal.
I’m really good at
False egotism. Also, I can sing the entirety of Don McLean's American Pie in a chipmunk voice.
The first things people usually notice about me
I am frequently clumsy, in the sense that I often fall down for no apparent reason. I sometimes try to argue that gravity is reason enough, but no one really listens when I talk anymore so mostly I don't bother.

I am gullible almost to the point of absurdity, get really dorky about things most people don't seem to care much about (earthworms! the perfect shade of nail polish! semi-colons!) and talk a lot about nothing in particular.

I'm not very good with people I don't know, usually - I tend to be either awkwardly hyper-friendly or awkwardly standoffish. I get over it pretty quickly, though, and then am just generally awkward.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Authors: Jane Austen, Michael Chabon, Terry Pratchett, Connie Willis, Christopher Moore, Neil Gaiman, Ursula K. Le Guin, John Irving, Margaret Atwood, Virginia Woolf, Douglas Adams, Dorothy L. Sayers, Kurt Vonnegut, David Mitchell, Agatha Christie.

Movies: Rear Window, When Harry Met Sally, Harold and Maude, The Godfather, His Girl Friday, The Philadelphia Story, Singing in the Rain.

Television: The West Wing, Doctor Who, Community, Northern Exposure, Firefly.

Music: Queen, Aimee Mann, Bonnie Raitt, The Pretenders, The Proclaimers, Santogold, Laura Marling, Janelle Monae, Louis Armstrong, They Might Be Giants, Paul Simon, Regina Spektor, ABBA, The Beatles.

Food: French fries and asparagus. Not necessarily together.
The six things I could never do without
Books, a comfortable pair of shoes, shampoo, paper, a pen, and the occasional rainy day.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Sometimes, when I'm on OkCupid, I think that somewhere, in one of an infinite number of parallel universes, there is a woman whose life is in every way identical to mine - aside from the fact the dating website she uses is called AlrightEros.

And then I think about how much that must annoy her, because she prefers to spell 'all right' as two words.
On a typical Friday night I am
Fighting library crime. Justice never sleeps.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Lately I've been bonding with the ghost that haunts the closed library stacks at work. I know he isn't real, but I think we both enjoy the company.