eeeverybody. i like people. specially funny people and weird ones. and who are honest. or creative. able to be themselves and embrace all the messed-uppedness it humanly entails. and truthfully i like wholesome genuine people a lot too. perhaps because i myself am all of these things... why's it always ultimately about ourselves? lame.
I'm an idealist and an introvert and love people of all sorts-- diverse backgrounds styles etc. I love little old people. I'm indecisive, and laid back and content and simple--with an exhaustingly overactive mind. I love newness and travel, despise feeling stagnant. like science, outdoors, art, and water, sad songs and crying, but am absurdly cheerful. My favorite color is yellow and I love tulips and rain and all things that haunt. I daydream often and my night dreams are vivid, colorful, wildly bizzare and oft disturbing. Every one of my college roomates told me independently that i'm unlike anyone they've ever met. wasn't sure how to take that one any of the 3 times it occured:) my friends make fun of me for being the happiest person they know, most gullible, and for loving fruit to an insane extent. not much of a musician or artist, but admire devastatingly those who are. oh and seems too obvious in my life to even mention, but in case you don't know me, God and my family are most important of all.
