Even though Urban Dictionary seems to identify me as either a Norwegian creature or cannabis. I assure you, I am neither.
I am just a regular girl, enjoying life and wanting to go on every adventure possible. Even though said adventures currently mainly exist in my imagination as the options of the unemployed are not fantastic. Working on the 'unemployed' part though. I graduated from high school last summer, and hope to make something of myself, either in the music industry, which might also just be an adventure reserved for my imagination, or as an archeologist. Not that you can really make it big time as an archeologist, unless you dig up Jesus himself, which I doubt is going to happen, but it's still my current dreams. They change fairly often though, so even though this might be what I want to do today, that could easily change tomorrow. I'm fickle like that.
I love reading fiction, as I find my real life too boring to deal with most of the time. I am always looking for change, for something new and exciting, and when life is boring and unfulfilling, fiction is a nice getaway. I also try to quell this urge of mine by taking up small hobbies and projects, such as writing, knitting, singing, and whatever really strikes my fancy.
Now, all of this points towards me being the 'girl next door' which which I am most of the time. I am polite and proper whenever I meet someone new, and people often mistake it for me being boring, while it is actually just me trying hard not to scare people off with terrible jokes and manic laughter that is only acceptable when I am among my friends.
I love dancing, even though I am probably pretty terrible at it, always making going clubbing hilarious, as doing 'the robot' is the preferred move among the lunatics I call my friends. I guess you can add that to the list of reasons to why I do not have a boyfriend. And I say probably, because I have, of course, never seen myself dance. Luckily. Had I seen it, it would probably make it real hard not caring about what people think of me, but oh well. I guess, in this case, ignorance really is bliss.
But let me now be hypocritical for just a second. For while I am glad I am ignorant in that case, I must admit, that if there is anything that can really test my normally very patient nature, it is ignorance. No, not believing in God doesn't make you a satanist. Yes, I am fairly sure Elvis IS dead. And finally no: I will not take pictures of my feet for your pleasure (unless you are a member of the cult Heathers, in that case I will gladly dust off the old camera and get working).