I'd like to think that it's hard to capture who I am in a few sentence so I'll be vague. I am considered a mild she-geek because of my interest in sci-fi and fantasy movies, books, comic books, RPGs, and men of similar taste. In high school I employed the techniques of Dale Carnegie, got to know a great many people and caught a glimpse of the essence of human nature which I am still trying to reconstruct. I like to explore new settings, and venture into situations recklessly to see if I can make it out alive and safe. I used to think that I was special and that no matter what, nothing really bad could ever happen to me. Not so much anymore. I'm in college now and experiencing certain revelations and terrors that normal people don't go through until their mid-life crisis. I hope there's nothing indicative of that. Oh yeah, by the way, one of the reasons I have been living life so dangerously is because I don't think I'm going to make it to the age of 30. So I'm writing this little journal as one woman's pursuit of death or truth or distraction, whichever comes first.
(P.S. The above was written when I started this journal and I don't intend to change it. But, suffice it to say, I've moved on from college to law school. All other revelations and progressions are chronicled or referred to somewhere in these entries; abstraction and distraction for the public, personalization and idealization for the friends. Rhyming for everyone!)