I'm 18. I believe in God but I choose not to worship him for a variety of reasons, half of which I'm still going over. Nonetheless, I've done a shitload of things for 'religious reasons' and I contemplated going to a Christian college (Thank God-how ironic-I never did that. The whole "virgin until marriage" is not a Savanna thing.) I'm a writer and by that I don't mean that I'm an aspiring novelist or a poet or this or that. A writer is someone who writes. Writing comes in all shapes and sizes and, as a writer, I want to experiment with all mediums. I've been told that I can be 'professor-y' and go on and on about things like Otto von Bismarck and linguistics-things I find interesting but others find (WHY?) boring. I'm going to college to be a nurse, something that is ironic because, at fifteen, I swore I'd never be a nurse and, at thirteen, I swore I'd never be like my mother-two things that I have become. I love fashion but really, I love everything aesthetically pleasing. I love food, I love culture, I love you. I have a habit of quoting my best friend Tanatswa (Zimbabwean, if you were wondering.) from a time when she still wore a weave and told me that I was "into anything and everything", which is true to this day. I'll watch and read anything and, usually, I already have. I can be a hipster snob about music but this is something I'm aware of and trying to fix. Barry Manilow is the showman of our time and yes, I do think this because of Jessica Darling and Marcus Flutie. House Hunters International is the shit and, if given the option, I'm fairly certain that I could run my own HGTV show because, given the amount of hours I've watched that channel, I think I know everything about HGTV.
And if you've gotten through that unseemly paragraph without vomiting, setting yourself on fire, or yelling "Egad!", and still, somehow, find me remotely attractive as an LJ friend, well, besides commending you and telling you that you, sir or madam, have made a good choice, I will bow to you and ask that you comment with: your age. That's all. A good old "Hey, I"m 18. Friends?" will suffice. I'm assuming I can just look at your profile and your journal, do a bit of stalking and I won't need a "So I grew up in Jersey and..." because those are painful to write and, sometimes, painful to read.
And if you've gotten through that unseemly paragraph without vomiting, setting yourself on fire, or yelling "Egad!", and still, somehow, find me remotely attractive as an LJ friend, well, besides commending you and telling you that you, sir or madam, have made a good choice, I will bow to you and ask that you comment with: your age. That's all. A good old "Hey, I"m 18. Friends?" will suffice. I'm assuming I can just look at your profile and your journal, do a bit of stalking and I won't need a "So I grew up in Jersey and..." because those are painful to write and, sometimes, painful to read.
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