On Stars and Foxes

My sister once called me a ’stone-cold fox.’ I’m not sure where that came from, but I took it as a compliment, and got sort of attatched to the idea of being foxy (which means cunning first, and attractive second according to Webster’s Dictionary). Clever, is my favorite adjective, and everyone knows that foxes are clever. During my freshman year of college I switched from being an english major, to an astronomy major, hence the affinity for stars. So that’s where the name comes from, the rest of what I say is my own opinion of myself and may not be strictly objective.

I’m the cutest person to walk the face of this earth. I’m smart and talented, and everyone likes me. (hahahahah, I’m so funny too!)

Okay, seriously now: I’d like to call myself a scientist, but I don’t think I’d feel comfortable doing that unless I have a PhD first. I do love physics, astronomy, and mathematics (calculus, not discrete math), and plan on going to school until the day I die. I chose astronomy first because it sounded like it would be hard. I like being able to do things that are difficult.
In person I’m soft-spoken to a fault. I get really shy and talk really quietly. It drives the hard of hearing nuts.
I come dangerously close to subscribing to the notion that “It’s not mean if it’s hilarious.”
I hate nothing more than people who are patronizing. Maybe it’s because I’m the youngest in my family and have been talked down to more often than is probably healthy. If you ever feel like I’m patronizing you, tell me and I shall repent posthaste. If you patronize me, don’t be suprised if I loose my temper.

The one thing that terrifies me more than anything is the idea of losing the ones I love. Thinking about it reduces me to tears every time.

I love when anything works out nicely. I love when a math problem works out to be 4 instead of 12.3E-22. I love when all the characters in the movie get what they should (be it a boyfriend, or jailtime). And I love when the kitchen is perfectly clean before I go to bed. It’s too bad that it rarely happens.

Questions, if any, may be submitted below. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

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