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I am a dreamer. I am always on that road to self-discovery - not like those nitwits who buy self-help books written by someone else (so it's not really self-help, eh?) to better themselves, but truly on the dark highway to figuring out who I really am, deep down in my heart. And no, I'm not baloney. Unfortunately, this road only has one light waaay in the distance, the pavement is wet, and I think that's a bloated corpse in the ditch...

I am a RENThead. I'm actually singing "Santa Fe" with my iTunes right now.

I am an obsessive fangirl over....too many things. Meat Loaf, RENT, Phantom of the Opera, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Fight Club, Jhonen Vasquez in general, H.I.M., the Rocky Horror Picture Show.... this leads to the next one -

-I am a child of the media. Raised by television and babysat by Tarantino films - I am the ultimate embodiment of the lower-middle-class white kid of the '90s. The impression that movies, music, and TV made has turned me into an amalgamation of ALL media that peaks my interest. I look like Meat Loaf, hum the Invader Zim theme, hold a bar of soap inscribed "Fight Club," and wear my Pirates of the Caribbean beach towel around my neck. I am Media Woman.

I am a questionable lesbian. I love women - the taste and feel of their flesh, the smell of their perfume (bought and natural), the way they laugh, the way they move, and their skinny ankles. But I also love guys who take care of themselves, because they can achieve all I love about women, but (1) with that little attachment that I GREATLY dislike and (2) with less complexity. So I'm bisexual, if you want to be a tighwad and get technical. But women I love more. So ******** your labeling structure.

I am a music dork. I love all music that deserves to be called music. I know things about bands that I shouldn't. I watch their MySpace journals like a hawk on crack.
I worship. I fangirl. I scream when they're on TV. I fall asleep with my stereo blaring their tunes and infiltrating my nightmares for the better. Anyone else been saved by Gerard Way from some horrific demon representation of something in their life?

I am a musician. Not an instrument-playing one, though I'd like to be, but a vocalist, a songwriter, and a passionate fan for all things related to it.

I am Meat Loaf's illegitimate love child - it is presumed. My sister says that I'm "Somewhere between Meat Loaf and Gerard Way." So the theory goes that ML and Gerard created a fusion baby and impregnated my mom with it.
Then again, that's just a THEORY.

I am, above all and foremost, an artist. And I don't mean it in the normal "I draw things, w00t" way. I am an artist in mindset as well as in what I do.

I am a Star Wars geek. If I could, I'd be Han Solo.

I am Erik, the Phantom who lives beneath the Paris opera house. Albeit my disfigurement is more of the metaphorical strain, I have the same problems. I just don't kill people. Or destroy chandeliers.


I am a pretty odd cat - one you can pick out in a crowd photo. Maybe it's the wierd face I'm making - I hate serious photos.

And now the physical description. I am five-foot-four, I have mid-back length chestnut brown hair with natural red highlights (thanks to my Irish grandmother), expressive, large, DARK brown eyes that sometimes glow with a fury like hell hath no, once-tan skin that has paled with illness and hermitness, I am a bit overweight - but only the scale tells me so, I wear black clothes and eyeliner so I MUST be a "goth" or whatever, I occasionally dress as movie characters for no apparent reason, I have tiny feet, hands, wrists, and ankles.

I love movies more than anything - except for music. My movie gods are : Tarantino, Cronenberg, Carpenter, Christopher Columbus, Romero, and that guy who directed American Werewolf in London and Animal House - his name currently escapes me, which makes me look stupid.

I look stupid a lot.

I just thought of his name - Landis. John Landis.

My mind flits from one subject to another without warning.

I hear things when all is quiet, and I laugh.

I see horrible images of slaughtered children and torture victims whenever I close my eyes - I tried telling someone about it, and don't think they believed me.

I am haunted by a line in Stephen King's Danse Macabre: "Imagine you're sliding down a polished banister when suddenly and without warning, it turns into a razorblade."

I like pirates and would be one if it were at all possible. Even if it's not a Jack Sparrow-type pirate - though that's what I would be.

I get asked if I'm high/drunk a LOT.

I worry about stupid things and dwell on the past a LOT too much.

I miss my ex-girlfriend.

I hate my ex-girlfriend.

I still love my ex-girlfriend.

I change my mind a lot.

I'm certifiably insane, but I don't know it yet.

I will probably end up either ruling the world or locked in a padded room, writing home with Crayolas.

I am now a college student.

I hate clowns, spiders, germs, and other peoples' children.

I am a Sharon.

I am me.


I'm sure there's a lot of things I'm missing here. But it's okay - this is a one-shot. And you can't really define me, anyway.