I'm a film enthusiast and racial sympathizer who enjoys talking about pretty much anything and stringing together sentences that are so ambiguous that those who read them are either offended and not sure why, or experience the same creeping feeling of awkwardness they felt the first time a stranger started talking about a dead parent. I'm convinced that if Force =Mass x Acceleration I only need to learn how to thrust at the same relative speed that a cheetah tackles a gazelle. I'm a History/German major and I hope I become a writer, before my inability to land a job leads to suicide. Cheers.
