Because I think it's a lot more fun when you know more about the people you think you know. And because I'm a narcissist.

Part I.
--I'm extraordinarily paranoid when I first awake. I'll start to cry or call/text someone out of sheer panic
--I think Trees and Mountains are the greatest things God ever gave to us. I want a tattoo of a leaf and I worry constantly about how much longer I'll have to go without seeing my favorite mountains, the Tetons, again.
--My laugh is fairly manly. When I laugh really hard, I fall off of chairs or just tumble over where I'm standing.
--I smile often enough, but you can tell that I'm just downright beside myself if I start to smirk.
--There is no excuse for intolerance of other religions or belief systems. Do not mock or degrade something that someone else has faith in. No one needs to hear another snyde remark about the Church of Latter-Day Saints or any lame jokes about Scientology. Grab a book and educate yourself before you open your mouth and waste your breath.
--I'm not a vegetarian, I'm a chickentarian. I love chicken and could never even consider giving it up. Beef sucks though, Daniel V.
--I don't remember the last time I brushed my hair. This is by no means an exaggeration either.
--I want to be a photojournalist, not a photographer. Huge difference.
--I'm not a music person. I like it and all but don't ask me if I know some incredible singer or band, I do not. All the music I have is because friends recommended it to me or themselves put it on my ipod shuffle, Ferris.
--Donuts are my area of expertise. I don't care how bad they are for your health or how often my teeth cry out begging me to stop, I will never give them up. Ever.
--I also name my cameras. Dean is the SLR, Sparky is the little digital one, Walle is the Polaroid (those totally look like the heads of robots), Archie is the Kodak Brownie, Ralphie is the Minolta film, and Holga is the 35mm Holga.
--I buy books and don't read them for months or years. I think this is important. If you've read all the books you own that simply means you don't have enough. I like to buy random books at garage sales without reading what they're about because one day I want walls and walls of books to keep me occupied for decades.
--It's not that I necessarily support Hamas, but I do support the liberation of the Palestinean people. I said this recently and a guy asked, "What? Do you just really hate Jews or something?". This really bothered me. I hate Israeli politics, not the Israeli people (if you knew me during the events in Lebanon then you're likely to think this).
--I am very, very dedicated to my pets. Sometimes I'll go home simply to see them. My cat I call Baby, my three dogs are the greatest creatures ever to me. I just can never get enough of Angus, my favorite pup. I have a contraband kitty named Kitty at the yellow house that is crazy (her owners had to have dropped acid all the time and shared a bit with her...) but is such a lover when she calms down. Okay, I'll move on now.
--I love geomorphology. I could talk about it forever, though I can't promise I'd be right about any of it. I hate rocks and minerals though, I just don't care.
--I really prefer to be barefoot outside but I NEVER go barefoot indoors, that's just unsanitary.
--While on the subject, I have what I think is a reasonable fear of germs and I can't understand why no one else agrees with me. It really hurts my feelings that my friends aren't sensitive to my feelings on germs. Hayley always is though, such a sweet girl.
--I cuddle a lot. Don't sit down next to me if you don't want me holding your hand or curling up against you. Jenna, I'm so glad you're the same way!
--'Hillary' is spelt with two Ls, not one. Who are these people that think they can get away with improper spellings of names?
--I always really want to dance at Mosaic and I'm still waiting on the day when I see someone else get up and get to it.
--TOMS are the greatest shoe and one of the greatest companies ever invented. I have seven or eight pairs and I just cannot get enough of those babies.
--I live in a darling yellow house with a contraband kitty who is forever having acid flashbacks and four housemate//babes who are forever making me laugh. I just love the whole package.


[To be continued.]

Pardon me while I curl up into the fetal position and wonder what it is about a college education that builds character.

I don't believe in romantic love, I have no need for another illusion.
Yes, you can love someone. You can love your friends, your families, and your dog, so of course you can love your boyfriend or wife. But there's no such thing as being truly In Love. Love is an illusion, not that that's a negative thing, it just is. And to be In Love is simply to buy into the same version of that illusion. I'm not In Love with Bobby because he and I don't share the same version of the illusion of Love. He and Suzy do. So he and Suzy are In Love. And the day they marry and say "This is a dream come true", it is not a Dream Come True but a shared dream that they have acted out together. That Dream didn't Come True, those two people simple lived out the dream they both shared in their heads.
There is so much pressure to Fall In Love. It appears to be everywhere and with everyone you know. As if to be In Love is the greatest idea of all, as if it's the greatest shared passion there is. But it is just an idea, just an illusion. So much energy is put into finding someone that has the same version of the Illusion in their heart, someone whose heart projects the same image of Love that your's does. You can't rush a search like that, you shouldn't be discouraged when you go to bed at night without finding that person yet. It's an illusion, it's something that you dream up on your own and you can't be anxious to find it so early in life. Sure it happens often enough when people are young, but not always. To rush into something early and convince yourself that being In Love is something other than what it really is - a shared Illusion - is to settle for something that neither of you can be truly happy with.
Decide if you care enough about giving in to the Illusion. Figure out how your heart pictures the Illusion. Be patient while you wait to find someone whose heart pictures the Illusion the same way that your's does.

Today I read an article about why someone loved being married
I was disappointed
Even though I had no expectations, my heart dropped a little after reading
And I continue to fear that marriage will never appeal to me

It's funny how sometimes I say I don't want things
Things that really I'd beg for if that's what it took