This didn't fit into my profile. So it becomes my second post.

I like mangoes, a LOT. I don't like seafood that much, although I liked making sushi with my dad when I was a kid. I kind of strangely enjoy airplane tubulence but I don't dare say out-loud, "Wheee! This is fun!"

Some people would say I am really intense. I used to get migraines every month, and now I am really glad that I haven't gotten these evil curses for many years. I can be freakishly calm in some emergencies, yet I freak out to rather mundane things like finishing my term papers or calling insurance companies to correct some stupid error.

Sometimes I like to roll around on fresh clean lawns and have the sun warm my belly. I wish I had a soft furry underbelly but that would be slightly disturbing unless I was a critter. I am not really a "furry" - I just act like one sometimes.

I'm like a magnet - I attract and repel depending on which side I show you. I just so happens we all seem to have a kajillion different sides, so it's not so easy to tell what's going to happen. I love to immerse myself into things I do. If I step too far from something it loses pull for me. I seem to live by a law of vortexes.

Being noctural is a semi-natural state for me. Getting up in the morning often seems like a personal affront to me. I probably am destined to be a stand-up comedian if I could just find an avenue of getting into it without feeling like a complete reject.

Roller-coaster does not even begin to explain my moods. Let's just bring on the whole theme park! The flying swings from which you can put out your arms and smile your face off. The story book rides like Mr. Toad's Wild Adventure and Peter Pan that take you to another world. The fanciful coasters like Space Mountain that cause your body to have an equivalent of a bodily rave show in tingly chills. Face pressed up to the glass of the Submarine ride. Fantasies galore during the Pirates of the Caribbean expedition. Dancing after the Alice in Wonderland ride. Yah... I also wish I could help design theme park rides. Drool.

What am I doing in Educational Psychology again? I feel like a spotted kangaroo in a sheep herd. Or is it flock? Someone told me a group of crows is called a murder. I remember passing by Murder Burger in Davis when I visited Stephen when he was going to UC Davis. I wonder where "Big, tall scary person" went. I wonder where many of my friends are. I wonder if I was truly a good friend to them. I know I wasn't very kind to myself for much of my life.

I wonder.