29Scranton, United States
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My self-summary
I am not interested in meeting in person. I get a lot of one-liners from you guys, and I guess you could say that I am stubborn/polite enough, and enjoy writing enough, that I will happily engage anyone who sends something my way TO THE BITTER END. However, if it's dates you're looking for, abandon all hope.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG I'm just so excited! I go to school every day! Every day! School school school! My roommate is SO nice. She doesn't make me pay rent. I get to live rent-free! My parents pay my cell phone bill, so I live free free free!

It does not stop me from crying loudly into my pillow when I am failing my classes. But my passion for school is so strong that I will keep on going and keep on trying no matter what, like an anime theme song.

I go for walks. I meet people. I met a girl named Paige, and she was a little terrible to me. She liked restaurants and food. She wanted pizza, but didn't. I wanted to please her because I am a Pisces or something, so I called the pizza place. She was giving me instructions on what to say to the woman on the phone, but continuously changing her mind with a pained look on her face which threatened to break into a smile.

Eventually she began to laugh. It really did look painful. I couldn't help laughing with her.
What I’m doing with my life
Well, like I said, going to school! I swear I'm not living up to even one ounce of my potential though. You should see me in my dreams! I am superwoman. I am so fast and strong and capable of doing multiple things at once. Maybe one day I will be a successful mother, but at this point it's only to animals. My ex-internetboyfriend was a true keeper, but I drove him away. I have characters in my imagination that simply cannot be driven away though, so behold this happy fact! Every morning behold this happy fact, and make tea!
I’m really good at
I'm pretty good at math I guess. I'm good at starting conversations with strangers and making people feel happy and welcome. Wait, there is no way that this could possibly be true! I am wondering what on earth possessed me to say it. The unfortunate truth is that my social function is to cause others to clam up and stutter and whisper to one another. Oh well!

I think I am an expert on my roommate! I can always tell when she's talking to her father. Mind you, she is prone to fits of excitement! If we were divided in such a way, I would say that she is the performer and that I am the audience. A loud shriek, her bare feet slapping fast against the floor towards my door which she barges through to share whatever. The phone rings, it's her father, and she's all gloom. As if she's saying "I'm not happy, dad, I promise."

Poor Salsa, though. She is terrified and threatened by the female form and the ideas of it in men's minds. She thinks she is too thin, and "not fun to touch." I wonder about my own sexuality as the offer to touch her does not quite make it out of my mouth. I think it would be quite a bit of fun, but we'll keep that here.
The first things people usually notice about me
I carry a lot of bags.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
If you'll come a little closer I will let you in on something. I think Tori Amos was abducted by aliens and replaced by a stand-in.

I'm not picky about food. I'm NOT picky about food. It all goes in. Oh, except meat. Animals are my friends!
Six things I could never do without
Anime. Books. Guitar. A picture of my ex-boyfriend when he was little. My period calendar. MY DOG. Mirrors. Damsels in distress. My family. Dental floss. My feet of course.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
My goals.
On a typical Friday night I am
probably at home. My room is a serious serious mess. I had an online boyfriend once, and he sent me some things in the mail. They sit on my shelf. I must clean the dust off, and soon. I have a bed with drawers at the bottom. Isn't that exciting? I like exciting things like that. Also, FORTS! Mental ones only these days though.

Sometimes when my roommate isn't home, I go into her room and lie on her king sized bed. She's from Thailand, and she is very thin. I lie on her laundry piles and cry. I guess I cry a lot. It is essential to my BEING. No tears, no Ella.

This is the reverse option to drinking up the good stuff. I like to think of crying as vomiting up the bad stuff. Tears really do feel like vomit to me sometimes, and I take a sort of perverse pleasure in letting them get on everything.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I still sleep with a stuffed animal. I'm a Christian. This puts barriers up in your mind, I know. I don't mean to disappoint. There is more to it than plain intellect, my little testosteronies.
You should message me if
If you like sandfleas at the microscopic level. If you want to make giant sandfleas out of BRICKS. BRICKS! If you want to play with bricks! I have bricklust, but that's as far as religion will let me go.

I bow and submit to invisible authorities, and so do you. Promise me you won't lie about it anymore.
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