I wouldn't say that I was shy. Just reserved at first. You know how
it is; you want to make a good impression and not shamelessly
insult someone within the first 5 minutes. But then you hit minute
6, and things change; anything's game - from politics to shoe
design, and bus fares to ethics. Whatever happens, happens.
I'm definitely an idealist. I love to discuss ideas. I'm pretty
optimistic about life, but I'll argue a negative point if I need
to. I'm a pretty open person to talk to. I actually deal with a lot
of foreigners where I work, so it gives me a different perspective
on life :)
Don't ask me where I grew up. There is not enough time in the day
for me to tell you where I grew up, lol. I'm not from Florida
originally, is a good place to start.
All right, so, most people find me pretty well mannered. And laid
back; I'm very 'go with the flow'. Plus I'm pretty inquisitive -
three character traits that sometimes don't go well at all
together. But I make it work :) Also, if you get to know me long
enough, you'll discover that I'm a little bit forgetful at times,
so sorry about that, lol. And I'm just darn-awful at remembering
names.
My Favorite
Color: Green
Musician:
Imogen
Heap
City: Philadelphia
Drink: Tea - of all kinds. And of course Alcohol. In
moderation.
Season: Fall
My (not so) Favorite
Person: Shakespeare. Way to complicate an entire language.
Sport: American Football. And Basketball for that matter.
TV Show: CSI Miami - something about 'Horatio' just urks me.
Going to school full-time, and working part-time. Last year of
undergrad, and hopefully there will be grad school in the future~
Being the mediator/peacemaker. If things get heated, I tend to calm
people down and then try get everyone to come to a conclusion or an
"agree to disagree" place. I'm not forceful about it (I'm not
forceful about much, really), but it just happens. Why be bitchy
(oops...can I say that here? >.> <.< >.>) when
there's so much else out there to appreciate?
I laugh a lot. And a lot of people tell me I look like Tiger Woods.
Working. -social failure-
Every two weeks or so, I crave something creamy. I crave it.
Yogurt, Ice Cream, Milk, those Smoothies from Sonic, anything milk
based. I just find it really weird because my mom's lactose
intolerant.
I relish shocking people with my "ethnic heritage". If I don't tell
someone that I'm half white within the first couple of days,
whenever I get around to it, they're shocked. It kind of starts to
feel like telling someone you're double-jointed.
And, I sometimes have to shop in the boys department cause their
clothes fit better. It's funny, because I don't look that small, so
I've always just assumed that American kids have gotten huge.