Sometimes I wonder what you look like. What do you wear? What music are you listening to? What books do you like? Who are you really?

Right now, I'm wearing a huge grey t-shirt. E's roomate left it when he moved out. He was a football player. I'm also wearing stretchy grey Tommy Hilfiger pants. No socks. My feet get hot. I've been cleaning, thus the extra-casual look.

I'm not listening to music right now. But if I was, I'd probably be listening to some kind of girly rock music or Aerosmith. But I'll listen to anything, at least for a little while.

I like all kinds of books. Kind of goes with the territory. I'm trying to get some pleasure reading in right now, so I've got Reading Lolita in Tehran... Haven't started yet, but I'm looking forward to it. I'm also in the middle of House of Mirth, and a collection of Sophocles. Those are for school though.

I'm not sure that I even know myself fully, so I couldn't tell you who I am "really" but I can tell you that you get a fairly accurate read on how my mind works. Snippets and windows of the moment I'm in.

I bite my nails, I pick scabs, I forgive too easily, I don't sleep well at night, I prefer showers over baths, I love the feeling of just-shaved legs, I get excited when I get mail, I'm bad with plants and fish, but great with cats, my favorite food is pizza, and my eyes are hazel, I have over fifty pairs of shoes. That's me.