take a look at me now: an in-depth introduction

My name is Stephanie. It has no substantial meaning or reason behind it, other than the fact that the name Jessica was too popular, and I was not nearly plain nor tall enough to be a Sarah. So I am a Stephanie, full of many characteristic stereotypes that don't fit my name at all, and that is just fine. Basically, this is me, and this is all that you will ever know.

In the Breakfast Club, I would have been the Basketcase. I'm the girl that listens to Phil Collins and Jackson 5 45rpm records, falls asleep in classes, hangs out with her parents on the weekends, writes in her spare time, stays up only until eleven on a good night, never learned how to study or remain calm in social situations. Yet, I still get better grades than ninety percent of my class.

My dream job is to be a freelance writer, a photographer, social worker, foster mother, barista, antique store owner, and a lyricist and musician. Instead, I'll focus on being a teacher. I protest a lot of things, I've been in trouble a lot, but I'm not waste of space in society. To be overly cliché, I suppose I just march to the beat of a different drummer. A sado-masochistic, psychotic, psychopathic, manic-depressive, asexual, socially awkward drummer. And I love every single beat of the cadence.