Hello der.
I'm Pagan. You can call me... pretty much anything you want to. I'm pretty easy to deal with. I don't bite and I don't make rude comments (at least not out loud). I may snark and I may growl, however. Consider this your warning.
I'm 22 years old and studying to be Indiana Jones. Fedora hat, bull whip and all. Or at least, that's what I tell my family when they ask. It's easier to explain than I want to work at the Smithsonian (Jeffersonian, says my friend, who may or may not be projecting just a wee bit) and dig up people who have been dead for thousands of years, anyway.
Hey man, dead people are dead. They aren't snootie, they aren't bossy and they don't judge anyone. They just dead. And maybe a little bit smelly.
I also want to nip this little gender issue in the bud. I'm a female. Always have been, always will be. I can totally emulate and want to be Indiana Jones anyway, regardless of my gender. I refuse to submit to the social norm.
Things that make Pagan twitch:
-Bad Grammar. No. Seriously. Don't use crappy grammar when talking to me. I'm liable to fly off into a rage so epic God will tremble in fear.
-Telling me that my major is useless. For starters, what makes you think I care about what you have to say? And second. Archaeology is no more useless than liberal arts. Yeah. I went there. What now.
-Dealing with idiots. Unfort, it's my job at the moment. Lord help us all. I don't do well when coping with stupidity.
-The DVR failing to record my tv shows. I don't ask for a lot, okay? I just want to be able to watch MonsterQuest on my down time.. That's not too much, is it?
Things that make Pagan glee:
-Freshly laundered socks. No. Seriously. I hate wearing socks. I will go out of my way to avoid wearing them. But I just love putting on a pair fresh out of the dryer and think 'ah, this is the life'.
-Finding the latest issue of Nat Geo or Archaeology in my mailbox. Yeah, I'm a geek like that. You learn to love it.
-The 'aha!' moments in class. They don't happen very often, but when they do, my God, they're exhilarating.
-Starting a sentence with a conjunction. Yeah, yeah. My hypocrisy is showing. So shoot me. Because I'm going to do it anyway. And you can't stop me. But you can sure try.
The number one thing that will turn Pagan into the squealing, annoying little girl that she tries so hard not to be:
-Vinyl records. CDs. Music. No, but seriously, you guys. I don't think you'll ever fully understand just how much music means to me. Like. My one fear in life is going deaf. Not going blind, or going mute. But going deaf. It scares me.
Music is my heart and soul. It's who I am, outside of the whole digging up old dead things thing. I soak in new music like breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Are you picking up what I'm laying down?
I can't even describe it.
So I'm not going to even try.
Sorry.
So, there I am. My heart, soul and psychosis all there in black and white. I'm not really that scary. I'm just loud. And obnoxious. Never mind the fact that I pretend to be a hipster when really, I'm so far from being a hipster I'm probably my grandmother.
Is that ironic?
I'm not sure.
Something to ponder.
Pip, pip, and such.
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