About
I’ve always wanted to sound like a type of mustard. That was the day I went from “Khadija” to “Dija”. Don’t tell my parents that was the reason.
Growing up, my mom told me that I should be a doctor. Joke’s on me. I never thought I’d go into medicine because I got tired of paying attention to so many specific words in my high school biology class. Now I’m a writer/avid reader/photographer, so we all know how the words-situation worked out.
And I really tried many potential interests just to be sure — economist, historian, and small airplane maintenance man… it became evident that those shoes simply didn’t fit. Sophomore year of college I found great zest for advertising and concert photography. So that’s pretty much all I do now.
If you want to help me satiate my professional zest, let’s talk citrus peels.
Me, in a nutshell:
BAGGY (YET BUSINESS-CASUAL) CLOTHING EXTRAORDINAIRE.
WARM DRINK DRINKER. NOT HOT. WARM.
FLIES AIRPLANES, BUT IS SCARED OF GOING FARTHER THAN FORTY MILES IN CASE OF GETTING LOST… DESPITE THERE BEING A GPS IN THE PLANE.
KRAFT’S MAC N CHEESE CHEF.
PLAYS THE CLARINET SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN SQUIDWARD.
PASSIONATELY DISLIKES ALL TYPES OF MUSTARD.