I'm really just incredibly awesome. Six, maybe even all seven kinds of great.
I'm quite good at maths, I like video games, I read a lot, I really like Scrabble.
I have a chinchilla with a silly name.
I have a silly name.
I'm weird as crap when I'm not at work.
I'm pretty weird at work, too.
I'm outgoing and friendly, and I like everybody. Even you, I don't care what they say. You've always been my favourite.
I haven't got an accent. I mean, obviously, I do, but it's the generic american one.
I like to tell stories. Especially stories about horrible things happening to me that would only be funny in retrospect. Conversation starter?
I moved to Seattle for the weather. Not kidding.
Nothing bad has ever happened to me. I mean, yes, obviously cuts and scrapes and things, but you know. I once fell down a flight of stairs in my dorm while I was on my way to do laundry, breaking my toe. As I lay there at the bottom of the stairwell, face down and covered in dirty underwear, the laundry soap landed on the back of my head and broke my nose. A couple of weeks with raccoon eyes versus a lifetime of telling that story? Clearly a net gain.
Oh! I almost forgot: My username. So, when I was trying to sign up it kept giving me all sorts of variants on "Your_name is already taken, perhaps you'd like Your_name_taco?" and I just honestly can't imagine anybody thinking, "Yeah. You know what my username always needed? Underscore taco."
I am so, so awesome, and I mean that. (This used to be my "I am blank, blank and blank," I'm not just a crazy person.)
Even though I'm done with school, every once in a while I think about going back and picking up a degree in something random, like ceramics or library science.
I spend most of my free time doing stuff that seems interesting at the time (reading, writing, climbing rocks/trees/buildings, fiddling with LEGOs, playing in the park) and playing games with my friends. Just sort of generally living it, I suppose. I have great success with five year plans, because they are rarely negatively impacted by going and living in Germany for six months on a whim.
"Little white bird, we eat them all the time. Tastes like everything?"
"Chiclet? I'm... not sure that's right. I think that's square gum."
"It's chiclet, I checked."
"I'm just gonna flap my arms a bit and see if anybody else knows this one."
Movie? Josie and the Pussycats. And I will fight you over this. I like Primer (Edit: Eff Primer, FAQ About Time Travel is better), but I'm not much of a fan of Pi or A Beautiful Mind. I always found it vaguely threatening when people would recommend them when they found out that I was good at math or liked Go.
Music. Hm. Yeah, okay.
I love sushi, and everything else. Food is a big one for me. My entertainment budget goes primarily toward eating good food. When I travel, I always write back to my friends and family about all the amazing local places I've eaten and they have to remind me to go see the tourist destinations. Also: Beecher's. Yum.
(I'm not really sorry.)
I think that I'm hilarious. Sometimes, I go back and read things I wrote a year ago and forgot about, and I'll just completely crack up, lose my mind, wheeze with laughter. It's quite embarrassing if you think about it.
You're quite attractive. Wink.
You laughed at the bits I where I was being funny.
You'd like to lose at Scrabble. Snap.
Or play some Donkey Kong Country.
You read books more than once.
You laughed at the bits that weren't intentionally funny.
You took the bit about Scrabble as a challenge.
You can handle being corrected when you're actually in the wrong.
You can handle being incorrected occasionally. And ideally, recorrect.
You like food.
You've ever played Quiddler, or Equate.
You've just googled them because you've never played, and now you want to.
You understand the appeal of the creepy, inappropriately timed wink.
You've spot a grammatical or spelling error in my profile and it's suddenly occurred to you that it may have be a trap.