First and foremost, I would like to mention how much of a geek I am. You may think I joke, but trust me on this one. I am a person who loves to learn, and obviously loves to write meaningless drabble on my account which no one will even read apart from that one stalker friend of mine, and maybe a relative who is too bored to be doing what they are suppose to be doing…I’m also fluent in sarcasm.
Family is really important to me, always will be, they’ve molded me into who I am today. My friends are my family as well. I love to read. I love music. I love silence. I miss my camp family. I love writing, yet I abhor writing correctly…I’m an artist, though not as good as I wish I was. I think of myself as humble. My friends say I’m too modest. I feel as though I’m too mature for my own good, yet you should see me when I’m sleep deprived. I’m a horrid dancer, my camp friends could attest to that...I love to think, though I may think too much. Is there such a thing?
I ask many questions and love to discuss/argue/ponder the answers. I also love to laugh. Laughter is the best medicine. I’m also one of those people who could probably write about nothing for a relatively long time and make it look like there may be something important in the information written, but in all honesty, there is just a bunch of meaningless letters strewn together to make even more insincere words that get tied together that make even more hollow sentences that have no meaning other than making a huge run-on sentence that most likely has no point whatsoever to it at all. Yes…definitely one of those people.