A doctor diagnosed me as a "rough-and-tumble kinda girl."
(I had to explain which bruises came from which incident)
Sonnet 123 and Sleepers by Walt Whitman
(This is kind of how people are, right?)
$elling out in the Bay for a few years before hitting grad school like a ton of bricks. Or hitting something else, but I'm gonna hit it hard when I do.
I got a BA in physics but the prospect of going into science both bums me out and excites me in frustrating tempest of emotion. It feels a lot like a hangover hitting you while you're still amped up at a party: like something is harshing my buzz--it's getting worse--but this used to be really fun; am I having fun? Am I in pain? Should I puke?
You know. So I'm working in PR till the orange juice and advil kicks in.
But my skills/hobbies include writing letters
triple-used clothes - 2 much fabric + 2 much style = wardrobe
painting on things that aren't meant to be painted on
geeking out about art or science
telling my secrets
Knowing only the useless facts about mushrooms
update: I just got my first professional haircut in 5 years and I think I could have done better.
update: I tried to do better and my boss endorsed me on LinkedIn for "precision haircutting"
Booky-Books: Dune, Desert Solitaire, The Things They Carried, A Natural History of Love, Zhuangzi, Trainspotting, Wild Swans, Neuromancer, Faust in Copenhagen. I also like a lot of French literature.
etc etc etc
Shows: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Firefly, Veronica Mars, the L Word, TWIN PEAKZ, CSI Miami, MI5
Movies: Only Lovers Left Alive, Closer, Sliding Doors, Gonzo, Tank Girl, The Life Aquatic, Star Trek: The Voyage Home, Dune, This is Spinal Tap etc etc etc.
this one: /watch?v=ZCz36LfN3uI/watch?v=ZCz36LfN3uI
Tunes: I had never had a favorite artist before James Blake but now I do and it feels so intimate to share him with others...
BUT ALSO Amanda Palmer, Jason Webley, Gogol Bordello, March Fourth, Buckethead, Bright Eyes, King Crimson, Talking Heads, Nicki Minaj, Bowie, Electric Six, french rap etc etc etc and mixtapes my friends make and music my friends make no matter how weird/lame it is. I saw a lot of opera when I lived in PDX and student rush tickets and parents paid for it.
Nibbles: polenta is the carb of the gods
fancy tea in my rubber-ducky steeper and mugs that I (or my mom) made
when I have a feeling I try to figure out, based on the timeline, whether it is genuine or the product of a caffeine rush.
I mean, it's okay if they cost some money but I was kinda exaggerating when I said I $old out; I am only average-salary-for-college-graduate "rolling in it" but that should allow me to eat and sleep in beds.
Datin' real serious right now so only talk to me if you want a friendship with permanently unresolved sexual tension <3 or, like, a buddy.