I am not good at these things. No, really, not good. I’m kind of a dynamic person, for one. High self-monitor, in psychology terms. Fanciful. Also, it’s November and I kind of feel like going out and taking a walk in a leafy park somewhere, enjoying the … sight of other people’s umbrellas getting bent out of shape in the storm. Or I could just be writing. I could always just be writing.

An analyst. But not much of a planner. I own lots of grey, the colour of self-critical people. I don’t like parties. Some days I get out of bed in the morning thinking, ugh, this is going to be one of those days again. What I’m trying to say is, I’m no different from any girl passing you by on the street. Not fundamentally anyway. Striving for my own idiosyncrasies but not quite getting there – it’s like, I should have a free pass out of Self Comprehension 101. I’m a huge believer in the relativism of things.

Most importantly, I hold my own space. Because it’s all about holding your own space, isn’t it?

Finding the least creative ways to squander it and the most creative ones to write about said squandering.

Editors

• FatsoForgotso

At the risk of sounding overly modest: nothing. I perfect the subtle art of mediocrity à la the masses.

If they do at all, it's likely the expression on my face that manages to say, simultaneously, “I’m just a dumb kid who has no idea what she is doing,” and, “Don’t mess with me,” and, perhaps, subtly, "My bangs are getting too long and in my eyes and giving me a bit of that emo chick feel, which I am so totally not."

Editors

• ryu187
• FatsoForgotso
• we_suffer
• Razvedchik

In accordance with good profile writing I'm only supposed to list three of each, which is doable for movies and music but not so much for books. So I squeezed them all into the same three bullet points hoping you wouldn't notice. So, there.

Books*:

-John Larkin, Nostradamus & Instant Noodles ("What's happening in Home and Away and Neighbours?")

:seriously, the single funniest book ever ever ever:

-Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse, Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge, Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
-Peter Hoeg, Smilla’s Sense of Snow, Melina Marchetta, Saving Francesca, Nick Earle, 48 Shades of Brown, Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World, P.G. Wodehouse, Nick Hornby

Movies:

-101 Reykjavic
-Breakfast At Tiffany's
I can't really think of a third one.

Music:

-Spiritualised, Blur, New Order etc. And odd bits of stuff I picked up from NME and OiNK. I tend not to like recommendations from people.

"up, down, charm, strange, top, and bottom"

Trying to put all my thoughts into words - coherent ones at that - would probably require the work of a professional organisation that does your organising for you. Or a lot of meditation. I've been told that meditation could help gather them into a bunch, or at least entertain such a possibility, as if they were delicate tangible strings. Which is brilliant. If there's one thing I need, it's form. It could be the abstract, or it could be something considerably less beautiful like vacuuming with a dust mite allergy. More likely it’s about where to draw the line, because I’m conflicted and curious and all the things that kids my age are.

And what to do when the conversation starts to lose momentum.

Out and about at times, doing homework at others. But, always looking for ideas.

Is that if I don't hold onto myself sometimes I fear that I might just float away. When I'm attempting to look at the bigger picture, for instance -

whatever. I'm not really looking for anything specific here. If substantive conversation ensues that interests me, I'll indulge.

Editors

• dicedmonkey
• FatsoForgotso