she.

she is an introvert. as much as she loves parties and events, she really desires a quiet apartment, reading a book, perusing the internet, or watching something cheesy on netflix.

for the girl that dreamed of being a fashion designer from ages 12-18, she knows little about the dealings on project runway. she also is terrible at knitting, and even though she worked at jo-ann fabrics for one harrible (yes.. harrible not horrible) year, she doesn't know a stitch about sewing.

radiohead is a band that she knows she should be into, but she's not. in high school when all the cool boys would get together and talk about thom yorke, she would nod her head and say things like, "he's so deep." but really she just wanted to listen to incubus and 311.

she is still a giant baby. she scraped her knee, and the world has suddenly stopped. pain and drama go hand in hand for this lady.

she is clumsy. she blames it on her small hands and small feet for her bigger frame. she trips on silly shoes, spills the entire content of large sodas all over her, and drops things left and right. she probably will never get over this.

she has big intentions that depart the second she gets home from work. she feels guilty that she should be doing more, but slacks anyhow.

she wants an adventure. a trip to iceland, several days walking amongst the bleach white houses and sandy beaches of greece, a frolic in the woods of british columbia, or shopping with friends in chicago sounds amazing to her right now.

she is happy that it's friday and s u n n y!