When I have children.
Which assumedly will be no-not-close-never time soon.
As one could probably garner from my userinfo, I am an awesome person. Also capable of great modesty. With many amazing interests that I certainly did not scribble down in a few short minutes, in awkward "intro-whatthehell-do I writeish" fashion. Yet, I will recount some of the major ones here (take notes!)
I hate math. Throwing that out there. Namely calculus, the bane of the existence of kittens, puppies, and all things cute and fluffy. I heard that Calculus is also involved in a particularly harrowing whaling scandal.
Reading is one of my main passions. Something about immeasurable lines of letters make reality just seem so blah.
Oh, I am also of the nineteen-year-old persuasion, one who currently lives in the life of college. The stereotypical boring kind... which isn't so boring when you stop watching the idiot-box.
In a few weeks I will be ruled by the fast food industry, that is, the ugly summer job. I heard that Summer Job assists Calculus in arranging dogfights.
Me like-eh to draw the pictures.
Well soldiers, your mission should you choose to accept it would be to add this insanely sexy modest bitch and comment so that I may have a giddy excitement dance safely behind this computer screen.