I should probably quit replacing "self summary" with internet cartoons like "Magical Trevor", I just don't know what else to say. So I have copied and pasted my Livejournal profile info whose content originated my first year in college.

I like to read. In high school I fell in love with the Beats. I wanted to be Jack Kerouac and go on the road with all of the awesome people he hung out with. Allan Ginsberg, Neal Cassady, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Carolyn Cassady. I also dig Joyce, Dante, Stephen Chbosky, Mark Z. Danielewsky, Virginia Woolf, William Blake, Jeffrey Eugenides and a bunch of other people. I have also become a huge fan of Harry Potter. I've been reading a lot of sci-fi and cyberpunk stuff too, since finishing that English degree. Neal Stevenson, William Gibson, Orson Scott Card, Roger Zelazny, and Cory Doctorow (does he self-identify as cyberpunk?) are some of my favorites.

Once, in a room full of people, a friend of mine called me a beast.
He was like, "Blanche? She's a beast!" Though everyone stared at him puzzled, he neglected to elaborate.

My friend says I'm the Queen of the Nile and I have 3 eels. I don't know what this means, but hell, ask her if you really care.

"Somebody's gotta suck at life... might as well be you!" - My roommate in college.

Also, in case anyone was wondering, I'm definitely not Silent Bob. Or Silent Blanche for that matter. In fact, the parallels break down soon after "homo sapien".

General specs? I'm twenty-something with kinda blond hair and I have bad eyesight. I walk a lot and I dance sometimes and I work 40 hours a week. I like lots of things and people and never seem to find time for much of anything, so don't feel sad if I seem distant. Usually, I'm just tired.

I'm a civil service receptionist and sometimes I can feel the old-lady-blue hair growing in. It frightens me every day.

I use the Columbus goth scene to take the edge off.

I would like to get into grad school (pursuing an MFA in creative nonfiction) in the next five years. I'm taking it so slowly because not only am I a very cautious person, I'd like some time to prepare my portfolio and get more experience publishing in literary magazines (in addition to the year it takes to apply). This was a recent decision, so right now I'm taking advantage of the University benefits to get access to faculty input on my work.

Being awkward, but compulsively polite.

They don't. Why the fuck else am I doing this?
I hate this question. How should I know?

Favorites list, also copied from livejournal. Hell, it's already done. Why bother redoing it?

a perfect circle, alice in wonderland, allen ginsberg, arsenic and old lace, auntie mame, battle angel alita, beat poetry, blade of the immortal, boho poseurs, CAHS, cajun food, carnivale, carolyn cassady, chronicles of amber, chronotrigger, city lights books, coffee, columbus, costume crew, creative nonfiction, cryptonomicon, deadwood, diazonium salts, doom 2, earlham college, eerie indiana, element 118, empire records, ender's game, ender's shadow, farscape, feeling infinite, firefly, garbage, harry potter, high five, high school nostalgia, homestarrunner.com, hounddog's, house of leaves, howl, infinity, invader zim, jack kerouac, japanese history, lawrence ferlinghetti, literary movements, lobill, love, married to the sea, middlesex, mixed cd's, my so-called life, nickelodeon nostalgia, off the road, omega artisan baking, on the road, organic chemistry, outland, placebo, rag-o-rama, samurai jesus, san francisco, shi sha, snow crash, studio 35, stuff on my cat, surly girl, sushi, swizzle kiss, tabasco ahoy!, the beat generation, the cota bus, the free box, the mists of avalon, the periodic table, the short north, theatre, tool, toothpaste for dinner, xenosaga, zencha, zines

Brain
Heart
Lungs
Stomach
Books
Nerves

And I've got to give a shout out to the spleen. Spleen, you do so much for me, even if I have no idea what exactly.

Why does everyone have to get married and have babies in the Ender world?
Why can't we have vampire friends?
Why is there bacon in the soap?
What book should I read next?
Where's Waldo? Oh, wait, it's about 30 minutes North of Columbus.
What outfit am I going to wear again to the club this Saturday and not care that I don't look goth I just look goofy?

Calling all my in-town friends to try to convince them that something totally boring-sounding that I've planned is actually going to be the most awesome thing that ever happened.
"DUDE! You know you want to eat a Dube Deluxe, and drink a Surly Cider! What are we doing after? Umm... we could play with our magic nose goblins! Yeah, I know that wasn't funny."

That I have a talk-too-much-when-I'm-uncomfortable problem.
Also an I-reveal-too-much-to-strangers-to-push-them-away problem.
I also use a lot of hyphens.

you feel like it. What exactly am I supposed to say? If you like long walks on the beach? If you want someone to hold you at night? If you have twelve toes and a large collection of tentacle porn? I don't get it. Message me if you care. Message me if you have nothing better to do. Message me if you think I'm cool or know me from somewhere. I don't know. Do whatever you want.

Also, if you do happen to message me and I don't get back to you for several days, don't take it personally. Sometimes I get really busy and don't get a chance to check this thing for a while.