I did one of those personality tests recently where your friends pick adjectives to describe you. I came up as silly, intelligent, friendly, witty and energetic. This probably means I'm a smart-ass'd spaz. So that's ok, seems pretty accurate.
I've been back in Buffalo for a few months now. Moved back with the intention of finishing up my degree, but that seems to be stalled until the fall now. But I suppose the old saying true; life is what happens when you're making other plans.
So I'm writing and plotting silly improv projects with friends, while working at a delightfully soul crushing office job. It's the american dream, twenty first century style.
I am thoughtful, energetic, and a fake extrovert.
I've spent the last few years working at coffee shops here and in New England. It was fun, but I eventually sold out and got an adult job. These days I'm certified in office bitchery.. it's not the funnest thing in the world, but I've decided money isn't the worst thing in the world.
It's been a rough ride getting here. Its nice having things be easy for once.
I'm also awesome. (and modest, apparently)
Until about six months ago, all my dreams had always been in the third person.. always played like movies in my head, I was never in them. A few months ago that changed to first person, and I became involved in my own dreams. Not sure what it means, but it seems meaningful.