I'm nineteen. I'm six feet tall, I'm not that cool and I trip a lot (because my feet are too small for my body). Oh, and I'm a lesbian.
I find describing myself so impossibly difficult. The things I'd tell a stranger seem to change every eight seconds.
I just moved here a week ago, so don't expect me to know where anything is. I'm really fucking weird. I can't for the life of me eat chocolate ice cream without getting it all over my face, I pop every joint in my body constantly, I laugh at my own jokes, at inappropriate times, and at things that aren't funny. Pretty girls make me nervous. I'm really good at making movie references that no one gets. I'm a really fucking sarcastic ass person, so I hope you can keep up with that.
I'm here in Fort Wainwright for the whoooole summer and there's nothing to fucking do here but be fucking HILARIOUS, barbecue, drink beer, and play Call of Duty. (Though don't get me wrong, I'm down for outdoor explorations and other adventurous shit.)
I'm a crazy liberal feminist working towards my teaching credential. I like smart people who like to talk about smart things and I will point out your segregated socially constructed gender roles that you blindly refuse to acknowledge. Because PATRIARCHY!
I have a lot of educational and professional goals that my mind is always playing with. I look for someone who also has plans, whatever they may be. Someone who is driven and chases what she wants is the best kind of someone.
3. Good fucking people.
4. The sky.
It doesn't get dark here. (You already knew that.) I'm always awake.