How About Me?

I am a film student

I am a filmmaker

I like to watch films

I create

I would call myself an aesthete

If I fell off a boat in the middle of the ocean and had no chance of getting back up, I would probably just stop struggling. 

I am not morbid despite that previous statement, in fact I am quite happy, I would even say bright

When I was younger I used to think that staring into the sun would recharge the power in my eyes.

I think that I have power in my eyes

Speaking of my eyes, I have freckles in them. I counted them once, and both irises contained 13.

I think that’s why I think I have powers

Right now, I am living in England, but normally I live in the United States. 

If you met me right now, I would steal a line from Fight Club and say “You met me at a very strange time in my life”

I think that I am tall. I think that I am a lot taller than I actually am. If I had the choice, I would be 6 feet tall

My favorite time to think is in the shower. I’ve just realized this- so it’s quite novel and important to me at this time. Although later, I’m sure I’ll return to this with disappointment that I actually thought it a distinguishing facet of my life. 

I write things on post-it notes and put them on the wall above my desk. 

1. I don’t use my desk, I sit on my bed with the laptop on my computer chair.

2. I never actually look at the post-it notes again. I just like to think that I had that many important things to write down. 

Right now I am eating pretzels, therefore they are my favorite food. Later it will be something entirely different

My favorite color is red

If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be the clouds

If that were impossible it would be the ocean

If that didn’t work out for some reason (I expect the rent to be astronomical) I would live in Spain. 

I am a feminist.
I am a nice feminist.
If you are a man and I met you, I would have no hard feelings for you just because you’re a man.
In fact, I’ll probably quite like you.
If you’re cool that is.
I am the kind of feminist who just wants neutral playing ground.
We are definitely different people, man and woman.
But who cares?
Let’s all just have a good time.
And quit freakin out about it.
Let’s just all do what we want.
Cool?
Yeah, I thought you’d understand.
“Like a two-headed schizophrenic . . . once she wrote a paper on the Graveyard poets; now she writes notes to the milkman. Once she determined the boiling point of sulphuric acid; now she determine s her boiling point with the overdue repairman….The housewife often is reduced to screams and tears…. No one, it seems, is appreciative, least of all herself, of the kind of person she becomes in the process of turning from poetess into shrew.” (on women in the 1950′s)
Let’s not ever go back there.

Now I have a question: Would you rather be a waffle or a pancake?

I would be a waffle.