500 words eh? I enjoy what I do for a living. Enough that I work every day at least some amount, and some days all day. I'm looking for someone who enjoys what they do or is on the way there, such as in school. I like art. All sorts of art. Except maybe POMO, or anything weird for weird's sake with no real substance. I play a few instruments and I play a lot of styles of music. I never imagined that I would start so many sentences with I within a single sitting. I like to read but it's been awhile since I've really had the chance to. I miss it. I think. Although, I think I've read everything I wanted to. Maybe I need to be exposed to some more authors, particularly in that whole Magical Realism genre that Marquez and Rushdie are so great at. Aside from that I love late 19th century Russian literature and early 20th century French literature. Back to music. Jazz was my thing for awhile, but really I like everything and I have become particularly interested in different types of music from around the world and learning the stylistic elements involved in playing them. I guess, as with most things in my life, I'm trying to learn more and learn differently too. I like women who have a sense of humor. Don't take life too seriously, except for maybe the serious parts. Did I just say that? It's one of those statements that is either profound or stupid or profoundly stupid. You're getting the whole train of thought typing thing here so bear with me. I went to the University of Virginia for undergrad and for a few various grad classes afterwards. I got a music degree concentrating in theory. I studied jazz guitar there. It was fun. I still live in Charlottesville since it's such a nice place. Maybe I should make paragraphs, this is just one long jumble of sentences. Oh right, train of thought.
I bought dishes today. A set of 8 pint-like and 8 rocks-ish glasses. Four plates which I only bought since they were from England. 2 pans, I realize that I'm going back and forth between using spelled out numbers and actual, um, numbers. Anyway, two pans, one of which has a top that has a built in strainer. I feel like I should hyphenate built in. Built-in. I don't know, sort of cheapens it for me. It's as if, maybe it's too infomercial-esque. Anyone who adds -esque to a word is obviously pretentious. Back to hyphenate. It sounds like you're doing something wrong to the hyphens, like killing them or something.
I rent a house. Two bedrooms, well one's a music room. Actually I should say I have two music rooms and a bedroom. There's a fireplace too. I haven't used it yet since I've only been living here for two months but I did get asked today if I had used it yet by someone who knew how long that I have been living here to which I replied "there are no such things as stupid questions". That's a lie though obviously. Any question that has the answer within the question is definitely pretty stupid. Of course questions can't really be stupid, I guess it's more the person asking them. Why does this sound more and more like Jack Handy.
I just got an email from OkCupid saying that someone is checking out my profile. Then it said that "viewing someone a bunch won't send multiples" followed by, and here's the kicker: "therefore you can stalk safely without looking like a stalker". I know that's supposed to be cutesy tongue-in-cheek (man, look at all those hyphens) and all but still, I was already feeling creepy about signing up on this site and that just did not help any.
So I keep saving this field and then checking to see if I've hit 500 words total for the page yet. I know, I know, I should spend more time elaborating in the other sections about specific artists I like and movies and shows I watch but I just don't feel like doing that right now. Instead, I'm forcing out words that will probably make me seem either
B) attentionally deficient
C) I can't think of a C off the cuff
It's been a long day and I probably shouldn't be filling this out now.
Kurosawa, Kubrick. The Ten, Wet Hot American Summer, The Point.
Mr. Show, Childrens Hospital, LOST, Get a Life, Spaced.
Jazz, Blues, Congolese music, Flamenco, Rumba, The Whitest Boy Alive, Billy Bragg & Wilco, Fela Kuti, Manu Chao, Burning Spear, The Maytals, Gill Scott-Heron.
Seafood, scallops, mint creme brulee.