General Interests and junk: Video games, tv/movies, sci fi, nerdy things, music, art, animals, Star Wars, Power Rangers, total randomness, funny junk, being really sarcastic and ironic, scary movies, thrifting, vintage, retro, biking, Swing Dancing, ice skating, people watching, sewing and making things, recycling, treehugging, bringing my own bags to the grocery store, being a masterful combination of MacGuyver, Bob Villa, and Bob Ross.

A tiny bit of honesty, unlike these other crazy chicks: I have anxiety and so I pick at acne. I'm not as appealing in real life, as my chin is usually covered in red bumps and scars. YAY! That's right, I'm trying to scare you off before you even meet me.

I'm a riot. I'm kind of an updated June Cleaver. Seriously, I love to dress up and cook. I rearrange my apartment once a month, just to keep the place spontaneous. I have two cats, Freddy Mercury and Sid Vicious. I take Vicious for walks regularly, as I have somehow raised him to believe he's part canine. I love movies and games that involve blowing things up and general chaos and destruction. I would love to wrestle with somebody; not the professional fake junk - but the good ol' fashioned country redneck hoedown "wrasslin.'" I enjoy providing social commentary on pretty much any and everything; as a result, I play MST3K a lot. I have the worst case of ADHD/ADD/OCD that you'll probably ever see. Sometimes I don't know what comes out of my mouth, though it's usually hilarious or weirdly funny. (Example: "What should we do tonight, Kim?" "Let's go punch a baby!" - mind you, I doubt I'd actually punch a baby, but after seeing "Shoot 'Em Up," I imagine they could take a beating and still be fine as long as Clive Owen was present) I come up with random songs about objects or events, so I guess you could say I like to sing. I used to play a bunch of different instruments(French Horn, Trumpet, Bb Horn, Piano, Clarinet, Drums, Guitar, Bass) and be in a Ska/Punk band, so you could say I'm pretty musical in general, I suppose. I'm a graphic design/multimedia major at UNF, so I've got that artistic streak which probably would explain everything unique or different about me than other people. I easily befriend celebrities and rock bands; like I'll walk right up to them and start chatting with them, but I have trouble being in a room full of "regular" people due to my social anxiety. I'm not afraid to tell someone the truth, as I'd prefer to be treated the same way. I hate deception and secrets, as nothing good usually comes from them. I'm a very open and relaxed person, you could tell me you killed someone and I wouldn't be bothered be it. Anyone who cheats on someone is retarded and should be shot; the same for anyone who doesn't know how to use proper grammar and correct English. I love power tools and building things, and I don't mind getting dirty. I have Power Rangers and Star Wars toys creatively displayed in my bedroom window for all passersby to see. I keep my window open as much as possible, as I love interacting with my neighbors and people watching from the comfort of my bed. I'm a supertaster, meaning I have more taste buds per square inch on my tongue. So, most fruits and vegetables taste gross to me. My roommate likes to tell people I'll only eat ten things - chicken fingers, tuna, miracle whip, cookies, cake, ice cream, cereal, Silk, edamame, and ribs. But that's technically not true, as I don't eat miracle whip or drink Silk straight up.

Additionally, I am being drowned with schoolwork and projects, so the chances of me having time to respond to everyone are quite slim right now. I apologize in advance if you don't receive a response, but I do appreciate the effort and interest. I do glance at everyone's profile, so if you do receive an immediate response, it's because I found something interesting or appealing in your description. Or, it might be because you used correct spelling, grammar, and punctuation. In which case, you are my freakin' hero.

Something fun and spontaneous. Paintballing at 3AM might be fun. And then we could roll our paint covered bodies on a giant canvas and sell it for millions (contemporary art, ftw)!