nineteen. new yorker for all intents and purposes. freshman at vassar college in poughkeepsie, new york. wears a lot of black clothing not because she's goth but because she's averse to color; she feels like her personality is so big that adding bright colors would just attract more attention. overly fond of all things french. aspiring writer. plays guitar. does not have one teeny tiny itsby bitsy athletic bone in her body. very emotional and dramatic. addictive personality. literally cannot function without coffee. mind frequently in the gutter. kind of enjoys writing about herself in the third person. compares her life to a poorly written sitcom or lately, a lifetime movie of the month. will write about such incidents or articles she's read or random thoughts. posts may occasionally include anachronistic plays about leonardo da vinci and freud. or creative writing. or her own music. can be overwhelming. likes to dance alone in her room. can be a dork. neurotic. likes taking walks at three in the morning and blames most of her idiosyncrasies on the fact that both of her parents were psych majors. thought she was going to be an english major since the age of eight, but now she's not so sure. frankly, she's not so sure of anything anymore. and doesn't really post as often as she used to because she's a busy-important-college-girl with lots of things to do and learn and be. yeah.