I don’t know if I can describe myself. My likes and dislikes change constantly. My moods depend on what Crossroads is serving for dinner that day. But let’s just keep this sweet and simple, shall we?

I’m the most judgmental but loyal person you’ll ever meet. I’m always down to have a good time, but I’ll wake up my floormates from sound sleep so they’ll get to their  classes on time. I don’t deserve my boyfriend, because he’s the sweetest, most genuinely nice person in the world and I’m the bitchy girlfriend. But he still loves me. So that must count for something right? Sometimes I feel like I’m broken on the inside, because of my past. But then I feel like I’m just pitying myself because people have it so much worse than I do. I’m so lucky to have a family that supports my decision to refuse a 4-year full ride scholarship, in order to attend the school of my dreams.

I’m the girl you’ll find dancing in the middle of the street in the pouring rain. I’m the girl you’ll find dancing on the table just for the heck of it, because my friends dared me to. I’m the girl the boys talk to about girl trouble. I’m the girl who will scream lyrics by Britney Spears and Eminem in the same breath. I’m the girl who owns 10 different pairs of patterned knee socks. I’m the girl who can’t keep a fish alive for more than two weeks. I’m the one who’ll make you a peanut butter and jelly sammich, just for the heck of it. I’m the one who won’t be afraid to speak up in class. I’m the one who’s living the dream life, but still isn’t happy. I’m the one who cries myself to sleep at night because I miss my mommy so much. I’m the one who believes in the idea of all-consuming singular love. I’m the one who forgives and forgets so easily, sometimes I wonder if that’s a mistake. I’m the one who was dorky, overweight, and nerdy in elementary school, but no one here at Berkeley knows my past.

But the truth is? The best part is that I’m changing everyday, sometimes for the worse and sometimes for the better. Which makes it really hard to properly answer the statement “Introduce Yourself.” But hey, my boyfriend loves me for who I am, so I must not be too awful.