My name is Remy. I'm a Masshole at heart and have the terrible habit of using vocab like a trucker. I go to University in hopes of someday being a Music Journalist, the ultimate goal being Spin magazine (that's right, I like those assholes). I change like the wind and have recently been stuck with this awful disease known as nostalgia. Who would've thought that aging would bring this on? My pet peeves are vanity, other females, and the current state of Warped Tour. I love candlelight dinners and long walks on the beach.