Obey the shirt!
“You can survive. Life is very, very short, and you can choose to live it how you want. You can choose to dumb yourself down and not express yourself just so you can fit in, just so people won’t dislike you. Or, you can fucking live.”–Gerard Way
I’m…soooo not cool…
[Luckily, I never pretend like I am]
I am who I am, from the moment you meet me. Love it, or leave it. I’m done wasting my time playing games and you should be, too.
I’m a 27 year old girl who acts like she’s 23, and constantly gets confused for being that age. I’m a Southern California girl through-and-through who misses Los Angeles but is ultimately glad she’s in San Diego. I’ve been a registered nurse for just shy of 2 years, I have an insomnia problem (possibly because I worked nights for those 2 years), and I have serious wanderlust. In fact, in the last 7 years I don’t know if I’ve lived in one place longer than 2 years.
I hang out with boys. I drink too much beer. I own at least one comic book and I read sci-fi/fantasy/horror books. I’m addicted to Guitar Hero and my 30 yr old former roommate and I played Rock Band under the band name Position of the Day.
I loved the movie Snakes on a Plane.
Music is the only reason I’m alive. Seriously. It soothes me, empowers me, anchors me, inspires me. It takes me out of myself and into that group collective. When you’re at a concert and everyone around you is singing the same thing you are, everyone in the room feeling the same thing, everyone bonding in that moment with each other and with the band, THAT my friends is religion. In that moment I’m not alone and neither is anyone else around me. It’s the closest to God and heaven that I’ve ever felt.
On that note, I’m entirely too old to go to concerts anymore but I try to go at least once a month, and I can almost always be found there by myself in the front up in the pit.
So I can’t really draw, and I’ll never be an award-winning photographer, and my writing is so mediocre that I make Stephen King look like Ernest Hemingway [I despise King, btw], but I love to do all three and if you ask nicely I’ll be more than happy to cram my half-assed art skills down your throat [in fact, I'll probably do it whether you ask or not...].
When I was a kid I wanted to be a secret agent, a pirate, a rock star, a scientist, a marine biologist, a parapsychologist, a ufologist, a writer, and an artist.
I love:
my dog Cinder, milk chocolate, tattoos, Rubio’s fish tacos, sushi, Taco Tuesday at Fred’s Mexican restaurant, guys with glasses, concerts, microbrew beer, jack + coke, black hair and blue eyes, vodka + pretty much anything, the Haunted Mansion ride, Twilight, reading, penguins, Halloween, old cemeteries, ghost stories, Ghost Hunters (and Ghost Hunters International), costumes, the color orange, art, photography, comedies, Nip/Tuck, The Simpsons, Futurama, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, and all things Tim Burton, to name a few…
I hate:
spiders, impatient assholes who take it out on everyone around them, fighting with people, reality tv shows, having to work–bleh!, people who break their promises, being home alone for too long, 99% of action movies, horror movies, classic rock, metal, screamo, guys with hair longer than mine, obesity (and I’m not apologizing for feeling that way), onions, broccoli, that sound people make when they’re cracking their knuckles, being told what to do, and having perpetually cold hands and feet, among others…
