About Me
(Me & my dad in 1982, at Mom and Dad's bathroom mirror...my brother and I have this fascination with mirrors...he's worse than I am, but if he's in front of a mirror, he starts goofing off and doing weird voices and gaping at himself grotesquely, trying out different poses and doing impressions and acting out movie scenes and pretending until either Mom or I tell him to stop...he's much, MUCH worse than I am, I swear...really, I mean it....) ;)
You probably expect to know more about me after reading this bio I'm about to write. You're wrong. If you don't already know me, this won't tell you much, because my attitude while writing this reflects only a small, though rather rebellious, part of me that doesn't come out to play but once in awhile.
Who the crap am I anyway? I'm...I'm...I'm BATMAN. No, really, I'm Batman. To the Bat-Cave, Robin! (*whoosh of cape*)
Alright already. I'm Beth, I'm a senior English major at Huntington College, about to start my last semester, and I should be doing some Philosophy of Language reading right about now. Obviously I'm not. Likes...I like to talk to people who think and who aren't conceited, I like to look up at the stars and pick out constellations and inhale the intoxicating taste of the night air, I like to read for pleasure when I'm able to do so, I like to laugh and play really good music really loud once in awhile, I like to love other people even when they decide not to love me back, and I like to play a piece on piano that I can put my heart and soul into and play and play and stroke life out of the cold keys until I feel as though I want to cry from the beauty of it all. I love God. I love my friends, many of whom two years ago were either a) not my friends at all but were still in high school, or b) not close to me but knew me as an uptight workaholic sophomore girl whose social skills left something to be desired.
Now I have good friends, several good jobs, a means to express myself (Blurty), and the uninhibited good humor to do so. Life should rock. And sometimes it does. But some parts suck, too, and sometimes I hurt and think no one will ever be able to fix it, and sometimes people hurt me deeply and don't even realize it, and sometimes...actually most times...I don't have my future figured out at all. They're going to kick me out of this wonderful place called Huntington College in approximately four months, and that frightens me way down deep in the pit of my being. I've come to like it here. And I feel as though I'm more than ready for a Significant Other to capture my heart and (eventually) lock it beautifully away for our lifetime together. And I miss my great-uncle, and my grandmas, and when Mom could stay home and not hate her job and when Dad was able to work and when life was good when I was younger. Life wasn't good very often then, but I wish for those circumstances at this point in my life so that much pain would be taken from me. I wish not for an easy existence, but one I feel I can work with. I'm also idealistic and irrational at times, if you haven't noticed. I'm told it goes with the gender.
I suppose you wound up knowing more about me than I thought you would. And if you didn't, well, you must not have been paying attention.
More to follow at a later date.
Greencastle-Antrim School District - my old alma mater
Huntington College - the place I'm about to graduate from
