**Please stop asking which one of these photos has my natural hair. My head is shaved in support of my godson, battling Leukemia. I wear wigs.**
I am simply me. No more, no less. Just me. An online profile "summary" cannot clearly define who I am, so why should I try? Why limit myself and create expectations for my readers?
The surest way to find out is to ask or see for yourself. Be well aware that my heart still belongs to Bill Nye but is shared on Tuesday's with C and few rousing games of Portal.
If there is one thing you need know about me, it's that art is my life and photography is my mistress. I have considered fusing a camera to myself, but I hear adhesive is not good for the epidermis. I work 40-60 hours a week and my insomnia-ridden nights are devoted to editing and planning shoots. One day, I will have an in-home studio and an established company. Until then, I will settle for what I can get. I am a secretary by trade and cannot handle the idea of entropy; I am organized and am running an electrical company that specializes in wiring swimming pools. To say that my occupation is due to my family's ownership would be an understatement. I am good at what I do and happy with my job, regardless of less shutter clicks. Taking pictures is my life plan. If you cannot handle this, you really should not consider speaking to me.
Blah, blah, blah, let's brag about me. I am wicked creative and incredibly willing to learn. I have a 4.0 and a million scholarship opportunities that I have declined, including MIT and Princeton. I'm basically genius level, but I do not care to take it to the next level. I'm relatively modest, but I tend to occasionally act as an elitist. (I drive German. That must be it!) I am an artist and a dancer, though who am I to judge if I am skilled with either label? I am one hell of a photographer, as my mentor puts it. I am fairly decisive and conclusive. I like adventure, but I prefer a plan. I'm careful and cautious and not remotely spontaneous. You should know up front that I love to cook and I am fairly skilled in the art of making. I also make a mean sammich, if you ask nicely. I cannot iron for squat, but, I clean a bath tub like none other. I have credentials in the art of being a badass between my arsenal and my knife collection. I can kill and I am not afraid to, but I know nothing of fighting. I have a silver tongue and verbal genocide is my forte, so do try me.
I am a cancer survivor and have scars all over my body. I spent a long time trying to cope with this until I realized them to be my battle wounds. I am incredibly self conscious about my weight; I went from weighing 93 pounds to weighing 127 in a few months after a surgery. Due to a medical condition so classily labeled "Policystic Ovarian Disease," (in other words, 'We cannot pin point anything else wrong with you but your ovaries do not function properly) I am unable to lose my tummy fat. Horrah, I am a typical female with a large chest.
