Sholley der Furchtlosen

I finally decided it was time to update my profile. So here goes nothing. I am a 22 year old female from the South Bay of California. I am a VERY full time driver/ dispatcher for a cab company in the Palo Alto/ Mountain View area. I work anywhere from 50-90 hours a week. I sleep very little. I don't have much of a social life. But I try my best to "get out there". Whatever that means. I am an avid karaoke enthusiast. I can speak conversational Spanish, German, and can carry on a fairly lengthy conversation in Sign Language. I'm not really from any one place. When asked where I am from, I simply reply, "Everywhere." I have lived all over the place and have found that there is no place like California. I love it here. And I highly doubt I will ever leave. I am a brutally honest and "out there" kind of person. I am a lot of Sholley, and I am not at all ashamed of it. I dye my hair crazy colors, bite my nails, and give myself piercings when I'm bored. I haven't smoke a cigarette in well over a month. Which is a huge deal for me. I don't believe in taking medicine. I don't do drugs. I drink very little. I'm a workaholic. I enjoy musicals. I have been known to frequent local showings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I may not know much yet about cars, but I love them nonetheless. Just because I don't know how everything works, doesn't mean I can't appreciate a beautiful piece of machinery. But I do know how to change my own brakes, change my own oil, diagnose problems with a starter, along with removing and/or replacing one, check belts and hoses, and all that other fun stuff. I am saving up for a motorcylce. I have no desire to buy a car because I drive one for a living. It gets old after doing it for 18 hours a day, 6 days a week. I have served my country in the United States Army. I love tattoos. I love fattening foods. But have become addicted to excercise. I have a bit of a shopping addiction, but I'm a woman, so it's excusable. I get a strange joy out of valet parking my cab. When I'm bored, I go to shopping malls and pretend I'm deaf. You would not believe the things people say when they think you can't hear them. I don't keep much about myself or my past secret. I just hope that if you ask, that you are totally prepared for the answer. I enjoy observation. Be it of people, pets, water, anything. I just like watching. I like watching the stars, the way waves move, the blinking lights on the wings of aircraft, how peoples hair moves as they walk. I have developed a great delight in photography. I appreciate beauty. Especially the kind that most people don't really see. I have a sucky camera, but it was a present, therefore, I love it. I hate the sun. I only go out during daylight hours when it is absolutely necessary. I work all night at least six nights a week, and I love it. I usually get pretty sick when in the sun. My eyes are very sensetive to light and so is the rest of me. I get a sunburn after 20 minutes of exposure. Despite this, I am in love with the beach. I have never felt quite as at home as I have at the beach. I remember as a teenager, I would sneak off to the beach at night and watch the waves crash. I would feel truly at peace, alone with only my thoughts and my music for company. Music has always been the one love of my life. I drum, play a bit of guitar, and sing a great deal. That is how I pass the time when it's slow in my cab, I sing... A lot. That and beat the crap out of my steering wheel, dash and head liner with my drumsticks that my little brother gave me. I have no real family. The one I have is one I have pieced together. My mom "adopted" me a year or so ago. My brothers and sisters are the few people I am fortunate enough to have as my best friends. They are the few people who see every inch of me and don't care. They see that I am loud, obnoxious, swear like crazy, and don't match my cloths half the time. And they stick by me. Even from 3000 miles away, they love me. They think of me. They care about this girl. They know Sholley. But I'm a scary person to get to know. I have an aircraft worth of baggage. I have plenty of issues. But I embrace them, I except them. I don't try to change them. I know those are the things that make me... well... me. I love them. I have become okay with all those things. And with the few people who are okay with them as well. Do you think you are up to the challenge that is me?