Hello, my name is Rachel, and I am a college drop out. What a catch, I know. You're probably shocked that I would be single and on a dating website. In all honesty, I'm not retarded or a loser (although the latter is debatable). I spent 2 glorious years at NYU as a broadcast journalism major.

It was a great relationship between me, New York City, and vodka, until I realized that I don't want to be behind a camera for the rest of my life. I'd rather be in front of it. So now, as I take a break from school this semester to work and take acting classes, I can ponder my existence, read Kerouac and other pretentious literature, and generally act like a cultured, scholastic ass if it so suits me. In reality, I'll probably just save a lot of money and go to the gym more often. Not necessarily a bad thing. I plan on going back to college next semester for nursing. No, it's not my "passion" but it will pay the bills if I ever decide to move to L.A. to be a starving actress. At least I won't be so poor that my family disowns me.

Currently, I'm writing a blog (don't judge me) that will eventually turn into a best-seller once I make it big. You don't want to know what it's about, and trust me, I wouldn't tell you anyway. I'm sort of hipster, I like 80s music, especially Lou Reed, and I judge people on the type of gum that they chew. My legs are too long, I talk too loud, and I also snort when I laugh. I enjoy Grey Goose, dancing, workout videos, and science. I sing showtunes in the shower and wear high heels even though I'm a borderline monstrosity. I'm trying to become fluent in Spanish. I make lists on a daily basis. My most recent include: "Words I Hate," "Words I Love," and "Excuses to Give When Someone Asks Why I Don't Have A Boyfriend." I appreciate good grammar and spelling, as well as a beautiful set of teeth. I'm good at pretty much everything, except having a filter in public and hand-eye coordination.

Last week, a psychic told me I'm going to be famous. I have zero doubts that they are correct.

An ideal first date would involve one where I don't feel nauseated at the sight of the person, and vice versa. Then as long as no one gets pants-shittingly drunk and makes an ass out of themselves, I'd probably be able to hang with just about anyone. Also I would prefer to not talk about politics or religion. At all. Ever. Too complicated, too many opinions, and too boring. Everyone just ends up hating each other by the end. If asked to go back to someone's place, I can guarantee there is next to no chance I will say yes, although I will be some level of flattered.