My name is Anezka.
The simplest way to explain myself is to say that I exist.

I live my life mostly day by day. I think too much, too quickly. I write less often than I should so my poetry and prose is usually spoken out to some unsuspecting and unappreciative person in my life who never has any idea how to respond - No worries. I'm quite used to it.
I'm something difficult to define and that's alright with me. I find that my beauty is in my contradictions and yet there is a simplicity to me that makes me smile with joy, like a secret no one else has come across.

My mother is Chilean. My father is half-Cuban and half-Puerto Rican from Jersey. To put it shortly, I am a mix of things that should never have happened and despite it here I am, writing mindlessly into little scrolling rectangles on the interwebs in the hopes of finding someone interesting to talk to.

I should have been born in the 50s, so that I could have lived through the 60s. I should have been running around Haight-Ashbury in San Fransisco during the Summer of Love. I should have borne love children and worn flowers in my insane hair, and lord knows I look gorgeous stoned in a slight stupor. Or maybe I should have been a Weatherman during that time period, always up and ready for the cause. Instead of either, I live in the world of techno and ecstacy and its now a different kind of dirty noise. Therein lies just one part of the contradiction in me.

While I love who I am and it enthralls me to realize things about myself, I absolutely hate being my age. It means that people near my age are almost always terribly immature, rude, inconsiderate [oh how that list goes on] and I just can't get along with them. Let's be honest, I have my hormonal days, and days in which I am just another cute little girl, but all in all, I was not cut out for being 19.

I'm slowly working on this section.

Myspace.com/Delnacht
Feel free to read the blogs as they are my writings.

Editors

• thenrobsays

Oh I'm taking it straight to Hell, I assure you.
I want a job, and the ones I have found will be the death of me.
I want to go to school, but the more I see of it, the more I am convinced that we should burn these institutions the fuck to the ground and use the ashes to fertilize the forests we tore down for this farce. Honestly.

Its not the idea of labor or research that bothers me; I spend most of the day looking up things and studying them. This is far more a hatred of perception of stupidity than anything else.

Anyway, I cook, clean, write, sleep, research until I fully make up my mind which resentful path I will take.

Writing. Making people feel both at ease and intimidated [it's quite the skill]. Striking up conversations randomly. Making people smile.
Raising Hell/Blood Pressures.
Cuddling. It's my diminuative size, you see.

Is my lack of height at four foot ten.
My green eyes.
The way I speak.

What did you notice?

Books:
Anything that catches my attention, which is to say almost anything. My favorite? Gone With the Wind. It's the only one that I can remember has made me cry. I need to read the The Master and Margarita. Anyone want to lend me their copy?

Movies:
One major note: I absolutely abhor horror films. I find them insulting to my intelligence, trite and utterly annoying. As for the kinds I like, I love movies that make you think and military dramas in particular. And there is definitely nothing wrong with a great comedy. Some favorites are The Dark Knight, The Watchmen [which was so pleasantly true to the graphic novel], V for Vendetta, The Boondock Saints, The Red Violin, Fight Club, Pan's Labyrinth,Saving Private Ryan, Don't Be A Menace To South Central While Drinking Your Juice In the Hood, The Devil Wears Prada, The Crow. The list could go on forever on how many movies I really adore.

Music: Almost anything but I do have a preference to electronic based music or hard rock. Three bands that I have major respect for would be VNV Nation, A Perfect Circle and The Red Hot Chili Peppers, but honestly the one band that will consistently move me is The Beatles. If I ever met McCartney I think I would go into hysterics. Unflattering, but true. Imagine if I could have met Lennon!

Food: Never been picky in this catagory. My favorite is honestly fried chicken, with lamb on couscous being a close second. I'm always up to try something new.

Anything and everything. Its almost a fault of mine.

This thoroughly depends on the city I am in. Though to me all days are given the same kind of consideration. I don't need to wait until friday to have a good time.

There are plenty of things that I am willing to admit [to] but as to what exactly I'd write out on this profile without you asking...I'm not so sure. I'm a terribly honest and open person but perhaps the things I could admit would turn away someone who didn't quite understand.

But I guess as a tease I will say:
I really like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, and the like.
Oh what a lovely double entendre.

You have any desire to. I love meeting new people and it's a great way to pass the time.
I'm not as hard edged as I know I come off as, and I really do enjoy chatting with whomever would like to. And contrary to the lies OKCupid is stating, I actually respond at least 95% of the time in some form.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn...”
~Jack Kerouac