I am: In a constant state of limbo. Anything else would involve commitment. I'm not real good with commitment, when it comes to anything.
I don't keep friends, I lose interest. I don't have a major in college, I always change my mind. I don't have a "dream". I don't count on anyone, or expect anyone to count on me. I'm anti-social, grumpy, and generally an all around bitch.
There are three exceptions to the rule: my family, Samara, and Jay. For them I'd do anything. They're blood.
I couldn't live without OutKast or Incubus. I'm not hip hop, emo, goth, punk, or any other label. I'm not ubertrendy and I don't know the ultra-underground bands.. and if their name sounds like a line from a Dr.Suess book, I can guarantee I'll never be interested.
I used to carve, I used to do drugs, I used to drink quite a bit, and I used to scrap. Now I just don't give a fuck. I'm too old and too impatient for the scars to heal. I work too much to relax and come down. I'm already pissy in the morning, I don't need a hangover to add to it, and I really, really, don't care about you enough to have a reason to fight you.
Scarface, The Crow, The Sopranos, and Girl Interrupted make my day.
If I could wear one outfit for the rest of my life it'd be my echo sweatshirt, my faded bluejeans, and my flip-flops.
My hair is permanently shoulder length, I'm afraid. I'm already turning gray, but that's usually covered up with blonde/red streaks. Naturally my hair is brown/almost black, if I remember correctly.
Oh, I'm also: taken 20 indian/croatian (white, for those less interested in detail) full time student full, and part time jobs drive a 99 envoy brand whore phone obsessed