Liza Meadows is completely correct in saying that introductions are trying. The very act is sort of pompous and requires that people examine themselves- which is massive difficult. But hear goes.
I'm probably a bit kooky, slightly obsessive, and dog-crazy. Since I'm at college as a senior majoring in English, I'm separated from my dogs. So I tend to go a bit wacks when a dog wanders across my path. I absolutely love music (and as Robyn Waters and an old musician dude in Amsterdam can contest), I know my stuff. Peeps *Cough, Liza Meadows, Cough* will say that I think I'm always right. False. But when I know my stuff I stand by it.
I'm the youngest of the three of us, but this in no way impedes our mischief. ;)
I'd say I'm:
55% Gay Man Stuck in a Woman's Body
25% Cynical, Jaded, and Bitter at a Young Age
15% Extrovert
5% Homebody
Taking on my senior year is scary, and I'm already full of indie-movie existential doubt about my life. This happens almost every day. And this is the second official day of classes. I'm excited and scared about finishing college, and most days wish that our Triumvirate could be complete again.
But we are amazing, and I know that our friendship will last even though we're on our own separate life-outings.
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