Mood:  not sure

So, this is my first blog. And for those of you that want to know a little bit about me, well, here it is.

 I am the age where I could be going to college, but I choose not to. I lived in one place after high school graduation, and decided to move 300 miles to another place to be with my best friend of 8 years (we've been dating for almost 6 months now). I brought with me my puppy (once Kendra, now Kai; she's brought my boyfriends' parents an incredible amount of joy), and my cat Marilyn.

My religion preference is what I like to call Pagan with Buddhist principles. I don't discriminate; although, if you start thumping a bible at me, I will fight back. I have a passion for reading and writing, I like to think I am creative in certain ways, and I have a passion for researching anything that catches my interest and retaining the information for later purposes. I'm good at some things, bad at others; I can be forgiving, and can hold a grudge. I like to think that I'm a walking contradiction . But who isn't nowadays?

I love music (the only stuff I will not listen to is country, rap, and most pop; anything mainstream really is not my style). But I love music videos more. Anything that makes you watch it, and makes you focus on it, I consider it a good video.

My cat, Marilyn, is my life. No joke. I grew up in a home with several animals, none of which I ever really had a bond with. But a little over a year ago, I found a 6 month old kitten sitting out in the snow under a car. She was the cutest thing; little siamese/persian mix, with all the siamese markings and all the persian fur. I wasn't going to get attached to her; for all I knew, she belonged to someone. I put up lost ads, called the humane society, and even put an article in the newspaper.

Two weeks went by and noone called. I didn't want to take her to the humane society (I couldn't stand giving her up to an animal orphanage). So I made room in my life for a furball. Needless to say, I am VERY attached to her now, and can't imagine living without her random spurts of energy, or her sudden decisions to fall asleep on my chest so I can't breathe, or her loving ability to hold a conversation with anyone willing to listen.

So, I guess that's me in a nutshell. I will be blogging more (mainly because I was overloading my Myspace page with blogging; hopefully this new page will allow me some more room).