I have a lot of hobbies, but I'm only actually good at a few; I'm a dabbler. For example: cooking, writing, drawing, etc.

I think of people, and their personalities as pieces of art. At least one must be aesthetic, in even an abstract way. But some people are Pollocks, and while I understand why a lot of people like Pollocks, I wouldn't want one in MY house.

Hold on, you can skip this paragraph if you want. It's just going to be filled with me rambling because I'm trying to get up to 500 words. It's part of the completion for my profile. Is it weird that I want to get 100%? I don't know, it just feels incomplete if I don't. I guess I'm kind of a perfectionist about weird stuff, but not so much about other things. Everyone's got their quirks, I guess. I'd consider myself a pretty quirky person, but I bet a lot of people consider themselves that way. Everyone thinks they're a unique and special snowflake. And you know what? You are! Yay. Umm. Yeah. I'm at 187 words in this section. I should probably use this to actually talk about me, since this IS a self-summary and it's all about me me me me. My favorite number is eleven, because when I was eleven, I decided it was time to pick a favorite number. When I turned twelve I was like, "Shit. Oh well." My favorite color is salmon, although I don't really look good in it, so I prefer to wear white. I also really like salmon, the fish. I was on a cruise to Greece and Turkey this one time, where I ate shark. I was kind of pissed that they didn't have authentic Mediterannean meals, seeing as we rarely had time to eat off the ship if we wanted to see other stuff too, but on the other hand, I tried some new foods from other cultures, and that was fun too. However, one night, one of the options was a Philly cheese steak. It was god awful. I mean, I know I'm not from Philly, but close enough, and I've had actual ones in Philly before, too. This was NOT what I was used to. Whatever, though. Like I said, other shit was good. Wow this is a really big wall of text. I kind of want to press enter twice, you know, just to start a new paragraph, but I want to keep all the junk in one, so that it's easier to skip. I really hope no one's reading this, expecting to find something amusing. Or maybe a useful tidbit of information that reveals my heart and soul. It's not in here. Turn back now. Thirty-six words left. You know, if you're typing a number below 100 it's supposed to be spelled out? I don't always follow that rule, but I know it. I will have exactly 500 words, as of now. Oops, sorry, I mean now.

I stay up late and do nothing productive.

Actually, no, I want to go to college to be an English teacher, or maybe work in publishing. Yeah, I'm still in high school. One of those eighteen year old seniors. I imagine that would make some people uncomfortable, though, so I figured I should put it in here somewhere.

I'm not on fire.

Books: Harry Potter, Animal Farm, Lolita, We Have Always Lived in the Castle, The Great Gatsby, and, my favorite, Flowers for Algernon.

Movies: Shattered Glass, Pi: Faith in Chaos, The City of Lost Children, The Last Unicorn.

Music: The Dresden Dolls, Rufus Wainwright, Cursive, the Beatles, CAKE, Stars, Pavement.

Foods: Mashed potatoes, mangos, sushi, spinach.

All you need is love. :>

Abstract theories that play little part in real life. Things I can't change. Things I can change but probably won't. People.

It changes a lot. I'm a person who likes variety. Sometimes I'm chilling with friends, sometimes I'm shopping, sometimes I'm home reading or computer-ing.

is that when I'm extremely frustrated, I imagine myself talking to a therapist. Talking to the imaginary therapist helps me be more honest with myself and rationally pick apart the problem and rearrange a solution with the pieces.

That's actually not secret, just a fun fact. I don't really have secrets.

you feel like it?