I'm a full time college student at art school. I'm majoring in illustration, while I'm currently trying to venture into other creative outlets (right now it's between trying to sew and fiddling around with music).

(everything here is mostly under construction; bits and pieces are slowly being incorporated)

Taking over Russia. Last winter it didn't turn out too well, but I can try the swarm of locusts I've been saving up now.

[Okay, I wrote that in the summer, when it was perfectly acceptable to use locusts, and now none of you will put up with the fact that locusts and winter don't mix. I got sidetracked, it happens, JUST LET IT DIE. (until next summer. Next summer I'll show you all.)]

That said, art is what I eat, live and breathe right now, and I'll be damned if anything gets in the way of that. Illustration is a good branch between art and the rest of the world, though, and it allows so many interesting bits of life to come my way. I'm pretty heavily into comics right now, after sadly spending most of my life under a rock about them. So of course, I binged on them as soon as I had access.

I'm not entirely certain with what I'd like to make out of my career*, and the prospect of coming up with something for my senior thesis scares my balls off, but I'm trying my damndest to make a living off of what I love to do. I'm already being indulgent by going to art school; I might as well like what I'm doing.

If you want to see any of my work, just let me know. And please, be honest. It's not like I'm afraid of critique; I pay to have my soul torn apart after all. *back of hand to forehead, staples*

*ETA: Figured it out; I want to do everything.

I'm stupidly adept at being analytical and drawing lines between subjects. Theories tickle my brain.

I'm so-so at contact juggling, but then again I haven't practiced in a year.

I can put things on higher shelves than you can.

Oh christ. My height. My heritage is Northwestern European and hell if it didn't give me the weirdest Tim Burton inspired body frame. I'm 6'2" and every time some stranger walks up to me and asks if I play basketball I lose 40,000 brain cells.

Also, I don't know how many times I've had to address this, but I. am. not. anorexic. I just look like a holocaust survivor and can't help it.

I'm also fairly androgynous, and I like it that way. The resounding reaction from people here is that I'm a pretty strange girl, but that's okay. I'm a pretty strange boy, too.

Music: The darker, ethereal stuff: Cocteau Twins, Siouxsie, Faith and the Muse, Delerium, Dead Can Dance. Kate Bush, Adam and the Ants, Danny Elfman's work, Goldfrapp, Rasputina, VAST, Apocolyptica, a lot of classical music, opera, a bit of j-rock, hindi pop, and probably a ton else that doesn't come to mind right now.
Guilty pleasures include Laibach, Nightwish, Nine Inch Nails, and Wumpscut.

Tarsem Singh gives me an art boner. I also often watch movies from my childhood that left a huge imprint on me (Neverending Story, Secret of NIMH, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal). Just an offhand list of things: Monty Python, Edward Scissorhands, Mirrormask, Jean Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast, Donnie Darko, the first and only Matrix movie, the Aliens trilogy, Lagaan, Serenity, Orlando, Ingmar Bergman, V for Vendetta, Dr. Strangelove, Elephant Man, Brazil, District 9... (plenty more to be added later)

Books! Authors and good writers out of the way first: Kurt Vonnegut, Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Phillip Pullman, Tanith Lee, Orson Scott Card (who I really need to start reading again), Frank Herbert, Sarah Vowell, Alan Moore, Mike Mignola, Warren Ellis, Poe, the Austens and Brontes, Amy Tan (even though she just writes the same story over and over. I'm just fond of them.) ...

I enjoy reading theoretical physics, scifi, philosophy, tons of fiction, obscure anthropology and culture studies, comics and graphic novels, linguistics, and well-written porn. It's all like candy.

Food is good. The end. Though fast food typically makes me feel like I'm dying. Japanese, Italian, and Indian are favorites.

I could give you a full list of each of these categories, but let's face it; by the time you finished reading we would both be dying alone.

- Tea; a hapless and unconquerable addiction passed down through many generations that made it's way to a five-year-old me in Chinatown. There is no story after the first free sample of plum tea I received in the corner shop, all that is evident is a cabinet stuffed with blacks and greens and reds and chais*. (or, y'know, I just like drinking it)
- In winter, it's a heap of blankets that weigh more than me. Essentials!
- College life dictates that I subsist on snacks.
- Good friends. Which sort of implies good conversation.
- The ability to express myself through art. I have irrational fears of losing my hands (sort of).
-Too many books.

*coffee is nice too.

Art, introspection, books, refining ideas, things I should make, languages, mythos, stories, graphic novels.

Being an art hermit and working my ass off for school. I love it so. Outside of that, I sleep the hell in or pretend I can dance.

ETA: Classes have started up again! My social life is officially dead. 15 credits, oy. I should actually be taking more.

I have a thing for glasses. SHOCK AND HORROR.

Honestly, I don't know and can't stop you, though messages longer than "hi, yes you are tall" are nice. I'd prefer getting to know people in person, since it really is the best way to know if I'll get along with someone, but that doesn't rule out internet chats.

Also, to the barrage of 40+ men scoping out my generation for a date: for the love of god move along from this page and don't leave a nauseating email in your wake. kthnx.

I swear to god if the second thing you type at me even phonetically resembles "TITS LOL VAGINA" you will find blood in your stool tomorrow. I know this is the internet and you're all probably sick twisted robots, but should I really have to spell out warnings like this? My expectations that someone will think twice before being an illiterate troll are about as high as the number of letters in which they can convey their interest in boobies.

(please, do not write me a paragraph about your interest in boobies. even if you are thinking of things that rhyme with TITS LOL VAGINA.)

Okay, that "more sloppy" award over there? I'm pretty sure I got that because I said I don't bathe my towels in bleach every few hours. Were OKC personified, it would be wearing a hazmat suit for every day chores and a self contained second skin of bactine for sex.