I love technology. I get wired magazine and I read it. I majored in Information Security for a semester and then realized that I don’t wear a pocket protector and while I love gadgets and how things work, I don’t have the personality to be stuck in a room all day by myself working on a computer. I need human interaction. I’m a sucker for the newest electronics. They have started to make all electronics shiny instead of matted. This is not good for me. There is a store called “Extreme Geek,” there is nothing in that store I need, yet they seem to stock everything I want. I could spend a whole day wandering around Fry’s. And by “I could,” I mean “I did.”
My brain never stops. I think about everything. Most of the time it’s all at once. It’s useful if I’m being witty, not so useful if I’m trying to pay attention in class. It takes me a while to make a serious decision because I think of all the possible outcomes. There are a million different ways a situation can go down and I think about all of them before it happens, so when it finally does happen I’m prepared. I like texting better than talking because I have longer to sit there and think about what I’m saying, how it’s going to be read, and how the other person is going to respond. If you have a serious conversation with me in person you’ll eventually notice my “thinking face.” It comes out when I’m trying to put everything you said together and form the perfect sentence. I’ve been told many times that I think too much. I’ve thought about that also.
98% of the time I’m happy. I don’t love baby animals and sunshine, nor do I skip around singing all the time. I just don’t like bad moods. I don’t like people in bad moods. I laugh a lot. I have issues being friends with people who do not find humor in everyday life. Funny people are my weakness. If a clown asked me to rob a bank, I’d probably do it. I don’t actually think clowns are funny, but you get my point. If I ever wish on a shooting star, an eyelash, or my birthday candles, I always just wish to be happy. Because in the end, it doesn’t really matter to me what I do for a living or who I end up marrying, as long as I’m happy doing it and as long as I don’t get caught robbing that bank for the clown…
