my name is sam. short for samantha.
if i could run across a beach into my own arms, i would.
i'm 21, though i sometimes act like i'm 10.
i enjoy making sexual and/or immature jokes out of every day conversations.
i love cereal for any meal. cheap and delicious.
i save my money when i have it and i splurge on fast food when i'm broke.
[hello, my name is sam and i suffer from chronic verbal diarrhea.]
i'm in my third year at the university of texas at austin, on the dance bfa track. after that i only have one more semester left before post-college reality kicks me directly in the teeth. buuut, i'm hoping to audition for dance companies up north [chicago/philadelphia] to sustain me from having to get a *real* job until i get too old or injured.
i'm puerto rican, and REALLY like music. but hey, who doesn't? there isn't really a lot that i absolutely abhor except: fake nice people, drunken sorority girls, black licorice, and red bull energy drinks.
i enjoy water with lemon, grilled cheese sandwiches, vodka, traveling with rock bands, pushing stickers and other merch, beer of almost any kind, yoga, hot tubbing...
i like to laugh. i like people that can make me laugh. if you're not a fun person, don't waste my time. i like smiling. smiling's my favorite. i like loud music. i like loud people. unless i'm trying to sleep. then you better shut the fuck up. i believe pizza should be its own food group. it's got everything. i like to dance in random places. those bus drivers and hotel desk clerks never see it coming.
...i drink, i dance, i swear, i shop, and i wear my sunglasses at night.
