Name: Sydney [insert last name here]
Age: 19 (Oh man, nobody panic. I’m almost 20. NOBODY PANIC. Oh, it’s just me? Okay then. Carry on.)
Occupation: Full time student, part time tutor (and not a very good one at that.)
My writing blog: theartofsmalltalk.tumblr.com
My blog about Linguistics: yeswestudygrammar.tumblr.com
My joint blog with Allison: functionalzippers.tumblr.com
I also have a twiter: https://twitter.com/wordsbysydney
Things that I love: Reading, blogging, writing, generally wasting time, pretty much all animals, rain and anything associated with rain, eating foods that are unhealthy for me (this is not really a conscious choice, but the foods I like just happen to be the ones that are bad for me. Not my fault.), internet people (seriously, for the most part, you guys are just the best <3 internet hearts all around), and singing
Things that I despise: celery (literally my least favourite food), the red squiggly line that I get when I type “colour,” or “favourite” (also some other words that I can’t recall), certain people (don’t worry, it’s probably not you.), ignorance, and stupidity
Is this even how these “about me” things work? I suppose I told you things “about me” so I’m good right? Bluh. If I did it wrong, I guess I could just change it later. However, in reality I’ll probably just forget that this exists in, like, two weeks and then come across it one day in a year or so and marvel at how stupid I was “back then.” That’s right future Sydney, I know you’re here. I’m past you, mocking your predictability. Ha ha ha ha. That was me, laughing at you.
These things always end up so strange.
Goodbye. Farewell, etc. etc. (No more Sound of Music references!)
