
Sometimes I arrive late or outright skip class to go home and give myself a facial because it makes me feel pretty and actually remedies the touching my-forehead-more-than-I-ought to problem


I eat really raw bloody meat; if it’s not tartar I’m probably just not that into it. It is obvious that my ancestors were not peaceful berry pickers.
I’m probably more romantic and kissy than I ought to be. I genuinely adore picnics in the park, brie cheeses, rides on the lake, eye gazing and caressing. In sum I guess I’m totally corny.
My creative projects bring me to tears. My first love was my website CollegeWit. My friend Keith can verify this (he is also single).
My mom is an artist. She’s super creative with these ironically blunt Republican economic values. For example she’ll go on about her latest statuary acquisition on which she crazy-glued any variety of gemstones and sequences while condemning “writing” as a profession.