staring off into space, as usual
I am an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, topped with a dollop of plain ol’ sass. Out of the countless, random categories we use to describe people in this language, and others, though, there are more that describe me than I can count.
What I do: Reader. Writer. Thinker. Speaker. Student. Singer. Dancer. Tutor. Communication & Rhetoric Studies Major. Philosophy and Gender Studies double minor. Smoker. Tri-Sigma. Sister. Daughter. Friend. Bi-Sexual. Sorority President…
How I do: Insomnia-ridden. Goal-oriented. Loyal. Quick-witted. Caffeinated. Tattooed. A wee bit bitchy, if I do say so myself…
But no matter how many of them I list, I won’t ever fully be able to tell you who I am. That is one thing words, nor pictures, can capture. Don’t let this scare you. I’m really a “normal” girl with a lot of ideas flying around in my head. (But what the hell does that mean anyway?)
