Warning: this section will eventually become the length of a sizable auto-biography, albeit with much less structure.
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The Reader's Digest version of my life:
My keyboard is mightier than your sword; ye huddled masses beware! For no one is protected from my scorn.
My life is analogous to an Emmy nominated dramedy, pay attention closely lest you miss the comedy.
Cue the long-winded discussion that portrays me as more interesting than I actually am.
I avoid clichés like the plague.
I have four passions: Biology, music, people, and literature. I can't honestly explain why I love science, but it's evident in every aspect of my life.
I enjoy music because it allows me to believe that I'm good at singing and listening to certain lyrics make me believe that I have a song written about me; I'm honestly not that awesome.
I think that making a person laugh or smile is the most fulfilling experience.
My forte is science and I'm a woman; did that just blow your mind? It's okay; I'll give you a moment to recover.
The surest way to upset me is to state that women aren't as proficient in science as men are; I have multiple test scores that would prove otherwise.
I obsess with music, not with the musical artists. I don't care to be aware of song titles, but I will typically be capable of singing a majority of lyrics for practically any song after listening to said music a couple times. I can't listen to music as I attempt to sleep any longer because given an opportunity I would much rather be half-conscious and listening to some quality music.
I'd probably rather listen to music than engage in the typical conversation. No, I'm not anti-social; I'm just not interested by the typical small talk. I don't care how badly the Packers lost, how wasted you got this weekend, and/or how bad your hang-over is. It's merely a matter of how to best allocate my time: time is a precious commodity; a good majority of people don't deserve yours.
The way to my heart is through a good mix CD, but you probably wouldn't have even the slightest clue as to what to burn onto it.
I don't know what I would do without my iPod, this is pathetic for so many different reasons.
My brain has become quite adapted to sleep deprivation; I once fell asleep during an AP Psychology examination and received a ninety-five. I awoke only because of my teacher's intervention.
I'm spontaneous, and scientifically that means a reaction will probably occur and no additional energy is necessary. Yes, that's me. I inspire emotional responses/comments/compliments/etcetera. I've been called special, or special education.[sarcasm]Yes, I'm secretly retarded; I just forgot to tell everyone.[/sarcasm]
I'm really strange.
Yes, that's how I should start every conversation, just to warn people, so they can respond accordingly; the first impression that you have of me is probably horribly incorrect.
Once I am in possession of a driver's license/car, I intend to blast the soundtrack of Katamari Damacy, whilst the windows are open, just to observe the reactions of others.
Oh, and I'm female who is good at video games. GASP! I played Soul Calibur II at the arcade and everyone would just see some little girl, challenge me, and they would be pwned. I enjoy proving people wrong.
I defy almost every stereotype. I'm Polish and not stupid, German and not a Neo-Nazi, and I forgot what else I was going to say.
Oops, I'm incredibly absent-minded; I once put down a booklet and freaked out the next minute because I thought I lost it. I technically did.
I’m scatter-brained and my personal descriptions portray this perfectly; I say practically whatever comes to mind, with little filtering, regardless of what I was previously discussing. I interrupt myself and digress to such a degree that I typically forget what I was speaking of originally.
I have obsessive compulsive tendencies, but I would say that it's improving. I don't have to abide by a gum schedule or eat at 5:00.
I have special sense and am able to determine if a person is upset. I consider it my "Spidey Sense," because it's less difficult to explain. I will persistently ask, "What's wrong?" because, GASP, I actually care about people.
[sarcasm]Yes, don't allow my obviously mean and cruel exterior convince you that I'm selfish.[/sarcasm]
I can usually determine if you're lying, so don't attempt to fool me.
I'm overly sentimental; I treasure any present, no matter its cost, the more thoughtful the better. I basically keep every single one that I am given, even if we have a horrible falling out. I'm one to relish in the pleasant memories, which speaks for my idealism.
I have the tendency to be incredibly persuasive, but I am especially skilled in convincing people how amazing they truly are; unless they aren't anything special, but then I politely focus on their most positive attributes.
I typically value other people's contentment over my own.
[sarcasm]I know, I'm so horrible.[/sarcasm]
Once the people, who are the most dear to me, are perfectly content, then I have achieved bliss.
I feel obligated to alphabetize. I don't alphabetize lists that I actually say because I'm obviously not that intelligent or socially awkward.
I spell check practically everything that I type, excluding Instant Messages, I then proof-read multiple times. I feel idiotic if even the slightest error slips past my meticulous methods. I was honestly disappointed when the new AIM didn't include a spell-check.
I'm very critical of people, but I don't exclude myself. I usually have nearly impossible standards. I'm the nerd that has a 4.28 grade point average and is actually disappointed. Well, to defend myself I expected a 4.6, and considering I've applied to three Ivy Leagues I should have high expectations.
I have a tendency to attract older males who think I look older than my actual age, but females think I look younger than my age. "OMG! YOU'RE A SENIOR?! HEHEHE."
I'm completely oblivious to people that really like me. I have to hear a "Wow, you're attractive," or "I really want to go out with you," before I can even begin to comprehend.
I enjoy when my foot falls asleep and I can hit against my desk without any feeling. Oh, and when I said enjoy I really meant despise, but that does not convince me to stop sitting on my limbs.
WARNING: BE PREPARED FOR MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF SASS AND/OR SARCASM.
Out-of-context quote of the week: "Five dollars?! No, no, no... you're selling yourself short. You're worth ten dollars, at the very minimum."
Oh ho ho... laugh at my quips.
