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The name is Kayla and I'll keep it short:

I like blueberry pancakes on sunday mornings, the way the world looks at 7:00 A.M., old, decrepit things that most people have long forgotten, music floating in a room, sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch on a rainy day, and approximate rhymes. I'm not particularly funny or charismatic or even interesting, but I might be able to make you think (or at least I claim to), and maybe if you're nice enough I'll make you some chocolate chip cookies without the chocolate chips in them ('cause that's the best way to eat them). I'm chock full of useless trivia (Abraham Lincoln was watching the British comedy Our American Cousin when he was assassinated in Ford's Theatre, Earth's average rotation around the sun is actually 365.2-ish) and if I punched a boy in the face, I'd want him to hit me right back. I love cheesy jokes (Why did Beethoven get rid of his chickens? 'Cause they kept going 'Bach, Bach, Bach!') and I hate it when introductions consist of a short "zomg heyz i'm *insert name here* and im seventeen and i like boyz and moviez and desecrating the english language."