I’m 20 and lost in the throes of life. I'm confused, random, eager, and just a little bit crazy. My greatest fear is that I’m secretly the same as everyone else, and I want nothing more than to be a novelist who can capture the attention of a reader to a point of absorption so complete that I have people walking around with books in front of their faces, right into poles. I'm overweight and trying to lose it, I'm part magpie and excited by sparkly items, and I think LARP is a brilliant idea. I love all things dorky, and I like guys smart. Without my best friend, but I would definitely bottle up more and talk a lot less. I am an English/creative writing and Theater/directing double major. I worry that I’m not good at anything. I hate spiders. I’m agnostic. Religious people scare me, but I'm working on that. I'm ridiculously clumsy, which is funny first few times, and then really annoying. I'm working on that too. I’m a work in progress, which I plan to track here, as I struggle with school, summer breaks, friends, my weight, my insecurities, my dreams, and my dramas. And, just maybe, I am interesting enough that the things I have to say can't be said by anyone else. Here's hoping.