I wrote this once before but I think it still mainly applies: "I'm intelligent. I have the numbers to prove it but I believe it's probably worth nothing. I do stupid things. I'm funny but only to myself, sometimes I think. I've fabulous friends that you should be jealous of me for having. I make up words and use them in normal, perhaps even intelligent, conversations. I encourage others to do so. I lie. Or maybe, I don't. I can't remember anymore. Take me seriously or take me with a grain of salt, but take me, you will. Sarcastic doesn't even begin to cover it. My life is boring and the fact you are reading this leads me to believe that maybe your's is, too. This place is a reflection of my life, good and bad. I post too many quizzes, surveys, and pictures of people you don't even know. I'm 30 and have now earned two (yes, two) bachelor's degrees simply because I wanted to (and now a Master's because I'm a glutten for punishment). I have an amazing career that was worth giving up what I once thought was a dream. I believe happiness and self-worth more than slightly outweigh monetary value (though not completely). I've run out of things to say; you can wake up now."
Browsing for icons? Venture over to , a long since forgotten shared icon journal between myself and skin_art_junkie. Take. Request. Comment. Credit. Share. Pimp. Whatever.
I am also cardiac_melody. That journal is friends only and is filled with poetry and other pieces of my mind.