Paige or CS, as you like.
Spiller of Liquids; Butterer of Waffles After She Puts Syrup on Them.
Fanthing. Pedant. Wordsmith. Walking (nay, stumbling) catastrophe.
20 going on 21.
If brevity is the soul of wit, I am a dunce.
Most of my waking hours are shamelessly and voluntarily spent a) in front of the computer, b) in front of the television, c) in front of the mirror, d) in bed.
I have many opinions and few beliefs.
I'm 5'7", weigh 98 pounds, and do naught but sit on my ass all day without a thought to words such as "carbohydrates" and "calories" unless they're synonymous with "yummy".
I'm excellent with useless facts and terrible with pertinent information. Despise me for who I am, but not who you believe me to be.
I am obsessed with obsession. I am endeared to the idea of endearment.
I don't need to eat a sandwich, but if you're offering, I'll take one.

Fondest pastimes:

- Collecting whimsical earrings, terrible sweaters, impractical shoes, and plastic ponies.
- Nostalgia-tripping.
- Living in my imagination.
- Thesaurus abuse.
- Voyeurism.
- Becoming a cat.
- Succumbing to wanderlust.
- Spontaneity.
- Singularities and event horizons.
- Silliness.
- Conversation.
- Public spectacle.
- Sequins, glitter, and lame.
- Anything that can be observed, comprehended, or listened to.
- The 80's.
- The rock 'n roll music.
- Referencing pop culture.
- Quoting song lyrics.
- Making witty asides.
- Tall boys with nice hair.
- Wasting time.
- Connecting the dots.
- Defying the odds.
- Obscurity.