I want to take a moment to write about myself. I’m not doing this because I feel there is a particular lack of information about myself. I’m saying this, more than anything, because it’s easier, and so much safer. I think, there’s a small part of me that would like to read it too, because between failed pop quizes and fake friendships, all that strife of my college experience, I’m not sure I’ll be able to tell who I am.
I like jazz, light jazz. I like easy-listening. I think time listening to music is best spent on something you can sing to, and even though I am not a talented singer, I find I’m happiest when I do. I have a range that spans nearly four octaves, and I’ve played the piano for a very long time. I play because I like to, and I couldn’t bear it if anyone assigned music to me for a grade or paycheck.
I like to eat, which is an odd development considering my childhood. I was notoriously picky eater, but now I’ll touch just about anything (except most mexican food), especially if it has a high price or requires fancy clothes. I like variety and hate eating the same thing, or even something from the same place, twice in a row. I like eating at all times of the day, but that’s a recent development, too.
I enjoy nice things. I’d rather have one really nice thing, than twenty mediocre things (I dislike numerals interspersed in text). I prefer stores that offer a limited selection, a selection which is offered to me in columns, and a selection I can quickly choose from and look my best in. I like to look nice, but it’s rare that I take the time to achieve that result.
I enjoy cars. I love cars. I like driving them, and I like cleaning them. I like shopping for them, and I like naming them as we drive by others. I price myself way out of my budget (but I do prefer nice things), and I’m going to do it again once I get what I want. I feel perfectly free and happy driving, and I love to share that with people who are important to me. I’ll share it with people who are really important to me at night.
My favorite time of day is the dead of night. I prefer nothing more than the wind at night. I think that the darkness invites adventure, and if I can have my way, I’ll be sleeping during the day and living at night. On the same idea, I like rain and snow in much the same way. I like sleep and the number eight. I love to whistle, and do so when I am nervous. I detest authority, but I like kids. I want kids of my own. I am interested in computer science and linguistics; I consider language to be the most pivotal and important achievement of mankind. If being Jodie Foster in the movie Contact were a major, that’s would I would be doing at university. I love to watch movies, especially dramas. I also enjoy plays, a lot.
My roommate is watching some stupid SciFi movie on Spike. You know it’s bad when it’s a SciFi original airing on Spike, it’s not a proud thing. By this, I mean that should know that I love science fiction. Oh– there, Owen Wilson just died. Star Trek in particular is perhaps the most defining aspect of my life, something to which I continually aspire and for which I secretly pine for. I enjoy all episodes in all series, but I grew up watching Voyager. Quote it or just mention it and you will be my friend off that bat.
I don’t make friends easily. In fact, I am generally very mistrusting of most people, even people I have known for a long time. I find it’s easier to become attached to characters from tv shows and movies and books much before I’ll consider a personal relationship. That doesn’t mean I don’t value friendship, though. If you’re lucky enough to find me out, you’ll know nothing is more important to me. I am socially awkward, and I’m perpetually afraid people dislike me; I constantly analyze what is said, but also what isn’t said. I don’t believe in relationships and especially not monogamy; I believe in friendship. My feelings, though, range for people range from absolute loathing, to paternal nourishment, to deeply unadulterated friendship, to outright lust- pretty run-of-the-mill, I’d say. I like dashes, too. I don’t dislike myself, but I tend to like other people better. And I don’t think there’s any harm or shame in investing a good amount of love in anyone else.
I like this song, too.
This is the night I’ve been dreaming of forever;
The mirror takes a look at my face.
I’ll never set foot in that rat hole again,
but I’ll drive to your place
I spit gravel
as I back out of the back door,
and the twenties roll around in my hand.
It’s funny now, when I don’t show up on
Monday, they’ll go nuts, and eat their hats, well,
what do you think of that?
She says, you’re throwing life away
to move with a man like me.
She’s not blind,
she just don’t have mind to see.
This is a habit I’m breaking now forever;
I’m weary from trying to shake it.
So when I ask if your don’t give me your hand,
I’ll take it, right now,
from your mother’s side of town.
She says, you’re throwing life away
to move with a man like me.
She’s not blind,
she just don’t have a mind to see.
She says, you’re throwing life away
To move with a man like me
Just to move with a man like me.