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Sometimes I feel like I am diagonally parked in a parallel universe.

An idle gnomish mind breeds only monsters, so this little fellow always keeps hers busy with puzzles, whittling, gardening, reading and, of course, mead! I am also slowly teaching myself to play the ocarina; I don't care what they say, I can blow a festive stomping tune with the best of them! And I would be an empty-potted simpleton to neglect to mention my constant hunting excursions to unknown thrift stores and general adventuring with my faithful chums! Steady as she goes!

Seriously though, I'm an English major stuck in the purgatory of the Eastern Shore of Maryland in a not so sleepy and more gun shot filled than not town known as Salisbury. I'm a self proclaimed horrible person. Admittance is the first step. Though I hear after this comes anger and chaos.

I am a delightful spazz: I will jump up and down and clap when something thrills me. My whole body wiggles when I'm really happy or eating delicious food. I snort and squeal when I laugh. If you startle me, I'll hiss at you.

I do not ‘mess up'. My plans either fail with a kind of spectacular brilliance, like a star going nova, or they come off perfectly.

I am bright, disconcerting, vivacious, vintage and modern all rolled in to one. I am in love with acting and dancing. I love dancing.

I am a psuedo-southern gentlewoman who likes coffee, hears voices, and is a direct, main-line descendant of King Arthur and a Cornish prostitute.