Ladies and gentlemen,
Now that you have read this far, I suppose it is only fair to present to you what you have surely been waiting for. That is to say, me. First thing you should know about me? I’m not as full of myself as I like everyone to think I am.
I am no different than the other 90% of Generation Y in admitting to spending more time than is probably healthy on my laptop and hooked up to the wonderful creation known as the world wide web. It is how I connect to my friends who have all moved away since our graduation in ’07 to various parts of the country to attend a higher education, how I immerse myself into the communities and seek out new friendships within my handful of hobbies I obsess myself with, and of course, it is how I not only keep in contact with but met my adorable boyfriend over a year and 4 months ago. But more on him later.
In just one week I shall be moving to a small little town located right in the belly-button of California. This is so I too can finally take that big girl step into the world of adulthood along with the rest of my peers and finish my last two years of school. Even so, I have chosen to take the pack of floundering for as long as humanly possible for while I finish up the very last of my upper division classes I shall be using that time to make the nail biting decision as to what my major shall be. After 3 years of pointlessly chasing the dream of someday possessing an Art Degree, reality has finally caught up to me and forced me into uncomfortable position of facing the truth in that a career in English may well be better suited for me. But what do I really know about that anyway.
When I’m not working as a minion in the underbelly of the of the economic world otherwise known as retail, I spend a majority of my time alone. I don’t particularly mind this as a whole for a large number of my passions are better suited for a single participant to begin with. I write novels and short stories that I don’t share to anyone, I draw and attempt to color pictures that are presented to only a handful more than that. I collect large and expensive resin dolls from Korea that I customize to represent the characters written and drawn about in said stories and pictures. I spend more time than I care to admit creating extensive shopping lists that I am ever so slowly working my way through to update my wardrobe into a representation of all that is pretty and wannabe “Victorian” that in the fashion world is known as Lolita. I prefer long walks down a trail by my house I have dubbed as Cougar Path to be taken alone, accompanied only by one of my three freakishly adorable Chihuahuas or a small child I can push at my leisure in a stroller who is more interested in cheerios that striking up conversation and pulling me away from my thoughts and music.
And when I do at last feel the need for some human interaction I once again am able to turn to my trusty laptop in which I am constantly plugged into anyway (and thus never really alone thanks to ye olde boyfriend mentioned previously). Then at last am I able to partake in my greatest hobby of all-role playing. Blame it on my older sister who was simply trying to urge me to explore that tired and true virtual world we all know and have once loved known as Neopets so many years ago, when she told me the role playing subforum might be something of interest to me. I’m sure she came to regret that very deeply when soon I was on her computer more than she was.
Cows. They are an amazing animal with not nearly enough credit given to them. We should all pause for a moment today and realize just how awesome these creatures really are. That is all.
With all my hobbies and amusements combined I have the lofty ambition of someday writing a best-selling novel about my beloved characters whom I role play at any given moment of the day, complete with an index showcasing each and every character in both his resin dolly form and my own illustrations; each copy of said book hand signed by me before being sent out from my personal office in my small but quaint and beautiful home where I live in happiness with the love of my life who treats me as the princess I have taught myself how to dress up as. I also aspire to write less run-on sentences.
My favorite film is a lesser known title known as The Other Sister. I can hear any line from this movie or any snippet of music and know exactly where it’s at and what the next line is going to be. I have never once grown tired of seeing it day after day. My favorite animated film is Disney’s Beauty and the Beast and it’s probably something I share just as much as I do as the awesomeness of cows (have you taken your moment to appreciate them yet?). I find the truth behind Belle’s lesson of learning to look within each and every individual to find the real beauty to be absolutely striking. She is beautiful herself yet, except for only a single scene within the film, she is dressed very humble. She reads, cares for intelligence and substance and above all else, has a temper almost as amusingly bad as the beast she attempts to calm.
In spite of everything presented and my own love of ruffles, pink and lace, I hope to someday have a steam punk themed wedding complete with red and black roses and music played from a record. My ultimate favorite color is black. My tiny lap dogs can chase away any animal 5 times their size. If I could incorporate skulls into my wardrobe without it either looking trashy or that I’m borrowing something off a 12 year old, I would. I like the stereotypical gothy-girl style. I just like class more.
I am no different than the other 90% of Generation Y in admitting to spending more time than is probably healthy on my laptop and hooked up to the wonderful creation known as the world wide web. It is how I connect to my friends who have all moved away since our graduation in ’07 to various parts of the country to attend a higher education, how I immerse myself into the communities and seek out new friendships within my handful of hobbies I obsess myself with, and of course, it is how I not only keep in contact with but met my adorable boyfriend over a year and 4 months ago. But more on him later.
In just one week I shall be moving to a small little town located right in the belly-button of California. This is so I too can finally take that big girl step into the world of adulthood along with the rest of my peers and finish my last two years of school. Even so, I have chosen to take the pack of floundering for as long as humanly possible for while I finish up the very last of my upper division classes I shall be using that time to make the nail biting decision as to what my major shall be. After 3 years of pointlessly chasing the dream of someday possessing an Art Degree, reality has finally caught up to me and forced me into uncomfortable position of facing the truth in that a career in English may well be better suited for me. But what do I really know about that anyway.
When I’m not working as a minion in the underbelly of the of the economic world otherwise known as retail, I spend a majority of my time alone. I don’t particularly mind this as a whole for a large number of my passions are better suited for a single participant to begin with. I write novels and short stories that I don’t share to anyone, I draw and attempt to color pictures that are presented to only a handful more than that. I collect large and expensive resin dolls from Korea that I customize to represent the characters written and drawn about in said stories and pictures. I spend more time than I care to admit creating extensive shopping lists that I am ever so slowly working my way through to update my wardrobe into a representation of all that is pretty and wannabe “Victorian” that in the fashion world is known as Lolita. I prefer long walks down a trail by my house I have dubbed as Cougar Path to be taken alone, accompanied only by one of my three freakishly adorable Chihuahuas or a small child I can push at my leisure in a stroller who is more interested in cheerios that striking up conversation and pulling me away from my thoughts and music.
And when I do at last feel the need for some human interaction I once again am able to turn to my trusty laptop in which I am constantly plugged into anyway (and thus never really alone thanks to ye olde boyfriend mentioned previously). Then at last am I able to partake in my greatest hobby of all-role playing. Blame it on my older sister who was simply trying to urge me to explore that tired and true virtual world we all know and have once loved known as Neopets so many years ago, when she told me the role playing subforum might be something of interest to me. I’m sure she came to regret that very deeply when soon I was on her computer more than she was.
Cows. They are an amazing animal with not nearly enough credit given to them. We should all pause for a moment today and realize just how awesome these creatures really are. That is all.
With all my hobbies and amusements combined I have the lofty ambition of someday writing a best-selling novel about my beloved characters whom I role play at any given moment of the day, complete with an index showcasing each and every character in both his resin dolly form and my own illustrations; each copy of said book hand signed by me before being sent out from my personal office in my small but quaint and beautiful home where I live in happiness with the love of my life who treats me as the princess I have taught myself how to dress up as. I also aspire to write less run-on sentences.
My favorite film is a lesser known title known as The Other Sister. I can hear any line from this movie or any snippet of music and know exactly where it’s at and what the next line is going to be. I have never once grown tired of seeing it day after day. My favorite animated film is Disney’s Beauty and the Beast and it’s probably something I share just as much as I do as the awesomeness of cows (have you taken your moment to appreciate them yet?). I find the truth behind Belle’s lesson of learning to look within each and every individual to find the real beauty to be absolutely striking. She is beautiful herself yet, except for only a single scene within the film, she is dressed very humble. She reads, cares for intelligence and substance and above all else, has a temper almost as amusingly bad as the beast she attempts to calm.
In spite of everything presented and my own love of ruffles, pink and lace, I hope to someday have a steam punk themed wedding complete with red and black roses and music played from a record. My ultimate favorite color is black. My tiny lap dogs can chase away any animal 5 times their size. If I could incorporate skulls into my wardrobe without it either looking trashy or that I’m borrowing something off a 12 year old, I would. I like the stereotypical gothy-girl style. I just like class more.
have i mentioned how much i LOVE the way you write???
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