I've spent the past two years in San Diego working as a social services lackey while finishing my bachelors degree; now I'm nervously starting graduate school. I am terribly sad to leave San Diego, which had more charm than I thought possible in Southern California.
I have an excellent education I love to waste and a real zeal for cluttering my apartment with interesting bits of art projects and battered furniture.
I can talk to you about gardening, Marxist (or Weberian) sociological theory, how to live for a year without electricity in relative comfort, or how to cook authentic enchiladas. I think of myself as well rounded.