I also, enjoy cooking. I try to to learn a recipe and experiment with it. I learn a very 'cliche' way to make things, don't get me wrong, they're still good, and then I change a thing here and there. So far my best experimental success is fried bbq ravioli. I know that sounds weird, but it's kind of a funny story to how that happened. I was frying ravioli and I put bbq sauce on top of it. That's it. That's what's funny about it.
I've really enjoyed living in Boston. For what ever reason it just feels homely. I like looking at the Prudential Center and walking around the Boston area. It would be preferable to do it with someone else!
INFJ, I took a personality test that seems pretty accurate. Myers-Briggs personality test. You guys should check it out! I was looking up specifics to show you why this fits me. And I read "Usually has a messy desk" and I looked around and I had a messy desk. I cleaned it though.
I'm trying to live up to my fullest potential. And, I think I could use someone to help me do that. I want to cook, I walk around Boston, I sail. I'm trying to perfect all that. I am very happy with who I am. I spend my time trying to improve upon those characteristics. But what I am looking forward to right now is developing the part of myself that is supposed to be shared with other people. Whether it's a girlfriend or a best friend or maybe both.
-And I like to think I am good at all my hobbies and interests!
Movies: Lord of the Rings, The Departed, Good Will Hunting, Batman trilogy, many many more.
Shows: Arrested Development, Futurama, 30rock. Mad Men, Tim and Eric, Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, Parks and Rec.
Music: Mumford and Sons, Weezer, Radiohead, Regina Spektor, Mark Kozelek, Nirvana, Bob Dylan.
-Arts (Writing/film/music/art art/other)
-The ability to count
Granted if you like parties, I'll enjoy going with you. I just currently don't belong to a circle of friends that go to parties. And on top of that I would prefer to just give my attention to one or two people at a time.
This story ends when I was in maybe third grade (so about 8) and I went to the bathroom and saw a bunch of crusty buggers on the wall and thought the third grade version of, 'This place is going to hell,' and as I thought that, the terrible memory back from kindergarten resurfaced and that was the first time in my life I understood what it meant to be disgusted with one's self.
It would be really great to hear from you!