I don't know how to explain myself. I just graduated and I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life. Music means everything to me. It's trite and people say it all the time, but I would go crazy without it. Certain bands have changed the way I think about myself, other people, the world, all that fun stuff. Music has also saved my life. Again, trite, but I know it in my heart. I love politics (lefty pinko commie wingnut). I take pictures and mess with them in Photoshop. I swear too much. I'm a music elitist and a grammar Nazi. I have two nieces that I would do absolutely anything for. I don't take many things seriously. I'm terrified of water towers and shipwrecks. I think I might be addicted to pickles. I think The Godfather is the greatest movie ever made and I *will* think less of you if you don't like it. I spend a little too much time listening to Patton Oswalt. I've gotten Icy Hot in my eyes on three separate occasions. I've never seen Star Wars. I have a Sharpie collection. I lie a lot. My room is always a mess but everything on my computer is meticulously sorted. I hate math. I find goats utterly hilarious and I will never be able to explain why. I can type 90wpm and that makes me kind of sad. I love arguing with people. I am a crazy old cat lady in training; I have cat hair on everything I own and I swear to god one of these days I really will shave them. I always double space. Sometimes when I write with a really smooth ballpoint pen I can feel it in my teeth. I've been on antidepressants since I was eight. I'm involved in way too many inside jokes and sometimes I think they're taking up valuable brain space. I recently decided to try and get my sh** together.

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