Blue Things

I have a hard time making my mind up what to write here, because I'm like a chameleon. If it's winter, I might be gypsy, or executive. Fall is British, with plaid wraps, while spring can be patchwork dresses and summer is either pigtails or hippie clothes. I am a foreign language student of Spanish and Arabic, just picking up French and German as well. I'd like nothing better than to be doing that... unless it were film... or writing... or culinary school... or being an English major... or a hermit... or a hobo... I can't make up my mind about myself and as such am a jack-of-all-trades. The only constants are my extreme naivety and cynicism. I try to keep on seeing the world through my aqua glasses, talking to ordinary people, and shunning humanity as a whole, yet yearning for a wide front porch and a parade band going by. People are too complex to put into boxes or to define by a livejournal, but that's some of it.