She gets easily addicted to coffee. And to Milo powder. She tells weird love-fortune-eklat. She hates fashion and is a sloppy dresser. She likes to think of herself as eccentric. She loves windy days. Rainy days, too.
She is easily amused. Her humor is twisted, full of sarcasm, and can be downright strange. She neglects to comb her hair. She loves wearing eyeglasses. She likes that she scares people, intimidate them.
She’s 20, presently working happily unemployed. She may start law school again next year.
She loves her pets: Kobe, Weasley, Chandler, Colin, Opal, Loony and Fluffy. She hates crowds. The only thing she hates more than crowds is a crowded mall during a sale. She dislikes shopping.
Talks to herself. Aloud. Reads in buses, even if it often makes her feel like puking. Eats until she feels like puking. Doesn’t get lost. Has a problem with guys who refuse to ask for directions.
A happy prude. Has her own blankie. Doesn’t like South Park, and probably will never like it. Thinks smart guys are hot. Loves Maroon 5 and Fall Out Boy. Loves sneakers. And Snickers. And Milky Way, the dark chocolate one. Hates people who discriminate.
Hates wrong grammar. Loves to edit. Loves writing in Dream and E. Multiple personalities.