I'm one of those people that you meet and think, "That girl has NO internal censor. She just says whatever comes into her head." And that's true to an extent. I don't hesitate to voice my opinion, whether it's about politics, religion, academia, or my favorite artificial flavor (it's cherry). But despite the tremendous amount of stuff that does leave my mouth there are some things I've deemed inappropriate for conversation. With strangers at least. When you've made it into my inner circle of comfort, which doesn't take long, that's when the swearing and talk about waxing and sex kick into high gear.
I love living in Baltimore. That's probably due to the short time I've lived here and the fact that I've never lived in a city before. Did you know that everything you could ever need is within two miles of your apartment when you live in a city? Neither did I before I moved here. Who needs cars? I've got my 10 year old bicycle to move me around the city. You like to walk? Perfect. Baltimore has lots of sidewalks which conveniently help you avoid getting hit by cars.
I love being in school. It's what I do best and if I could find a job that would allow me to go to school AND make good money that would be my own personal nirvana. Since those two are generally mutually exclusive the time that "student" qualifies as my job descripition is nearly over.
I truly love my friends here, can't get enough of them. They make me want to live life so fast and full and hard that I'm bound to get scraped and bruised in the process. They each, as a singular entity, bring so much to a conversation that their merging makes for explosively interesting evenings. I don't think I could ask for much more than that.
