I'm kind of modest when describing myself, and I really dislike the
use of adjectives. Sure, the world would be a dull place without
them (come on, that was a funny grammar joke) but it seems they are
overused in these situations. Instead, I am just going to write
down some random thoughts in my decidedly west coast vernacular.
Actually I'm pretty much average like everyone else here, well
maybe 30% more awesome. Ooops......adjective.
I'm originally from Los Angeles, I've been poking around Gainesville for two years, but I really haven't gotten out and explored much. I purposely misspell some words to make it look like I don't use the spell check feature even though I totally do.
I can't cook. Cooking, I believe, is an art form. I got a C in art class. Although, art is subjective, so maybe I'm just an abstract cook. I do like to bake, baking is a science, and I am so totally down with science and stuff. While I a can bake, I end up just putting a big blob of frosting on everything. Yet another art form I have not mastered.
I'm also like, super handy around the house with construction and stuff. Although, If I come over to fix something at your house, and you have cookies, I'm totally going to steal them.
I'm pretty sure that I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm also pretty sure my house is haunted. Of course, I also thought the last house I lived in was haunted. That turned out to be a very angry raccoon living in the attic. I don't know, maybe it could have been a demon or something. Either way, I never went back up into the attic. What if Bigfoot really is blurry in real life, and it's not the photographers fault?
I love Mexican food, and hate seafood. My favorite legume is the cashew and my favorite nut is Anne Heche.
Well, there is more to me than this, I hope. I just didn't want to make this thing all long and boring. Yay!
Note: I don't actually talk like this in person, it's just my messed up writing style. And for some reason, I keep adding stuff to the beginning and ending of my profile, but never edit the middle.
Recently, I sent a message to a girl. In her profile, she said that you could ask her anything. So, I asked her if she had a Steven A Bagen refrigerator magnet. She didn't respond. I think she thought I was an idiot. She may be right.
I'm originally from Los Angeles, I've been poking around Gainesville for two years, but I really haven't gotten out and explored much. I purposely misspell some words to make it look like I don't use the spell check feature even though I totally do.
I can't cook. Cooking, I believe, is an art form. I got a C in art class. Although, art is subjective, so maybe I'm just an abstract cook. I do like to bake, baking is a science, and I am so totally down with science and stuff. While I a can bake, I end up just putting a big blob of frosting on everything. Yet another art form I have not mastered.
I'm also like, super handy around the house with construction and stuff. Although, If I come over to fix something at your house, and you have cookies, I'm totally going to steal them.
I'm pretty sure that I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm also pretty sure my house is haunted. Of course, I also thought the last house I lived in was haunted. That turned out to be a very angry raccoon living in the attic. I don't know, maybe it could have been a demon or something. Either way, I never went back up into the attic. What if Bigfoot really is blurry in real life, and it's not the photographers fault?
I love Mexican food, and hate seafood. My favorite legume is the cashew and my favorite nut is Anne Heche.
Well, there is more to me than this, I hope. I just didn't want to make this thing all long and boring. Yay!
Note: I don't actually talk like this in person, it's just my messed up writing style. And for some reason, I keep adding stuff to the beginning and ending of my profile, but never edit the middle.
Recently, I sent a message to a girl. In her profile, she said that you could ask her anything. So, I asked her if she had a Steven A Bagen refrigerator magnet. She didn't respond. I think she thought I was an idiot. She may be right.
