What to say? What to say? I'm a nerd and I'm ok with that. Everyone has something that they can nerd-out about and some days are nerdier than others. Like those days where you just can’t help but organise all your movies and books alphabetically, while grouping series together, or retagging all your music files because some jackass screwed with them because they thought that your system was flawed. Or is that being a little obsessive compulsive? What about the days when you just sit in front of your computer for hours on end hunting for the perfect font for your baby sister’s wedding invitations? Or what about the days where you just play Baulder’s Gate for hours on end? Oh researching something that really peaks your interest, like for instance: The Gospel of Judas? Who knew!?

It’s official. I’m done school! *Pause for brief moment of celebration* I’m not really sure if it has sunk in or not yet. I mean I have been going to school since I was FIVE, and currently I am only 24; that is not quite 20 years. I was going to do two more years of a BEd degree but I’ve decided that come hell or high water I need a bloody break. So that being said I’m taking the next four years to slowly and painfully finish my BSc through the University of Athabasca because I refuse to actually have to go to class anymore. Then once I’m done that in the next four or so years (because that is how many years I have left to finish it before they tell me to start over) I’ll think of something else to do. What that is yet, is really and truly beyond me. I’d like to get my BEd and I’d like to get my BA and somewhere down the line I’d also like to get my masters in Religious Theory and possibly my PhD in it as well. That being said if I get my BEd I bet that I’ll also eventually get a masters in child development or child psychology. But then I’m known for wanting to do way more than I can handle, thus taking the time off from school right now. So we shall see. In an ideal world I would attain all of that and more because I believe that one can never have too much education, however this is no a perfect world and I will eventually run out of places to put my text books. *sigh* No I don’t sell them. I might want to read them again someday. No I’m not kidding. I’ve read my anatomy text book a couple times now. I’m just that cool.

Moving on now… I tend to be a fairly laid back person with grandiose moments of drama. I like to be dramatic about things but I don't let it run how I live. Hyperbole is like a way of life, you have to embrace it with your whole being and run with it. The key is to make a mountain out of a mole hill and keep a straight face while you’re doing it. And while I love hyperbole the default setting on my humour dial is sarcasm. Yes, dry and cutting sarcasm and I go hand in hand together. He has been my ever constant companion since I was old enough to understand the concept and be able to lace every day conversation with said sarcasm. *glee* Additionally, I can have a rather dark and morbid sense of humour; I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s just because that’s how I deal with things that generally aren’t funny. If I can laugh at it then it isn’t so ugly and if it isn’t so ugly then I can deal with it.

However! A cheesy pickup that makes me laugh is almost always guaranteed to get my attention, especially if the person isn't taking themselves too seriously when they deliver it. Look for the cheese-factor! Cheesy humour is so often over looked. My favourite joke of all time, hands down always makes me laugh: What kind of cheese isn’t yours? NAAAAAACHHOOOOO CHHHEEEEEESE!

*wipes eyes* Ah... Gods... it gets me every time. Ha, ha, ha...

Humour and Laughter are essential components of any healthy relationship. If you can’t laugh at each other then you can’t take each other seriously either. Without humour a relationship just becomes a shambles and I for one am not a fan of shambles. (Did you know that shamble can mean a scene of carnage or bloodshed? I’m serious. And the archaic definition meant a slaughter house. Interesting, no?)

Anywhoozle... Let’s get back on track shall we. I’m a fan of the tattoos, both on me and on other people. No, I don’t have any pictures of my ink. But I do have several tattoos now; seven I believe is the number and I’m looking to get at least two more for sure but who really knows after that. I like getting them done. It’s an intensely calming experience. I can understand why tattoos have had great spiritual references in different cultures. I’m a little less excited about the piercings that I have. I guess I’m an odd ball that way. I have a couple, nothing overly exotic, just my nose and some bits and pieces of my ears, eight in all. I might get a couple more but it really it depends on a lot. I realise that many people are becoming more and more forgiving of tattoos and piercings but I don’t think that in my life time we will ever completely get over that stigma. I’d like to hope so. I really would but I just don’t see it happening.

There are still too many people that judge people based on the amount of ink they have or the number of holes in their head. And even though most of my ink is quite tame, as are my piercings, I have been subjected to that judgement. What makes matters worse about it was that the lady who judged me liked me fine before she found out about how many tattoos I had. I was a fine upstanding young lady before she knew and after she knew I was more or less a deviant. Ain’t it great?

So, no that you have actually managed to reach it all the way down here to the very end I suppose that I will compliment you. Wow. This is fracking long. Way to fracking long. I know that I get painfully bored trying to read long winded profile descriptions and eventually either just give up or move on but I like to ramble! I couldn’t help my self! So congratulations! Because this is just fracking insane and there is nothing that I would want to take out. So on that final note: So long and thanks for listening.

Finishing up school. Then re-evaluating what I want to do.

Umm... my hair?

Books: Anything by the following writers: Anne Rice, David B. Coe, JRR Tolkien, David Farland, Jacqueline Carey and Laurell K. Hamilton.

Movies: Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, Weird Science, Sixteen Candles, Stigmata, Boondock Saints, Fern Gully, Powder, Rocky Horror Picture Show, 300, Casino Royale.

Music: Eclectic.

Food: Most. I like food.

My Lappy, which is broken. I'm very sad. A good book, which is always present. My car, which is getting too expensive to drive. My video games, which are on my desktop, which is on it's last legs. My ballet flats, which are in dire need to be replaced. My Ipod, which works just fine.

Rent

Hanging with friends, or watching anime at home.

Nothing.

you feel so inclined.