I just needed a blogger username.

Apologies for not posting any personal entries up for you to read, if that is something that even warrants an apology. I suppose it does, since I probably went to your blog to read your personal entries and that's why you're here and there's that whole mutuality of obligation thing.

Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll introduce myself (in the broadest terms). I went to grad school fresh out of college because I'm a good little conformist only to realize on the day of graduation from said grad school, that I just spent a bunch of years and a load of money on something that did not interest me in even the most remote sense of interest. Yeah, yeah, oh cry me a river, this happens to every third person out there who went to grad school, but still. If the world can be reduced to two camps, right-brain and left-brain, I went to school for the left-brain when I am fundamentally a right-brain type of person.

Right now my goal is to write and publish literary fiction and in the meantime, debate seriously whether I should pursue a day job/career in the field I went to grad school for. I also enjoy playing the piano and music composition, a piece of my childhood I've actually taken with me through the years, painting, hunting down rare blends of coffee and tea, volunteering at homeless shelters and other non-profits, and I read the Bible almost nightly, though I'm vehemently against preaching and missions because to me, that's the worst kind of cultural imperialism.

Oh and I'm a vegetarian, but if I go out with family or friends who don't know I'm vegetarian and they lob a chunk of meat into my bowl or there's nothing but meat to eat, I won't inconvenience others by disclosing the fact I'm a vegetarian and instead, will just grin, bear it and eat the meat. I maintain the vegetarian lifestyle when it's just me, but I won't allow other people to bend over backwards just to accommodate to my lifestyle. Thus, if someone goes through the kindness of cooking me a huge dinner and it's nothing but turkey, meatloaf, chicken wings, and brisket, I'll still eat it happily and gratefully. (I might get a stomach ache and vomit when I get home, though, since my body's no longer used to red hearty meats.) You just won't see me cooking turkey, meatloaf, chicken wings, and brisket for myself at home.

Finally, I really like wide-rule notebooks so that I can write two lines of text between every two blue lines. I can't fit two lines of text between every two blue lines in college-rule notebooks and writing only one line of text between every two blue lines feels like a waste of space to me. In the alternative, I like writing on graph paper.