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I don't /really/ have any nicknames- a few repulsive things come to mind like anna banana, bean & freakbaby (actually, I like freakbaby. how super funky is that?) but I prefer to be called anna.
Well, I meant to re-read Naked Lunch but it's still bookmarked on like page 17 or something. I'm trying to get more Ginsberg under my belt, too. Also, 10 astrology books are on my e-reader. I'm making my way through that mess slowly [note to ivy: this is gonna be on my back-to-college-to-dos].
Hardly ever/never because I pretty much draw tiny ghosts or lady butts exclusively and it gets boring.
Phone a friend (sobs), scroll through my phone until my eyes hurt, make up stories/film scenes & usually write pretty elaborate mental poems.
0 days. As soon as I'm alone, I get whacked up. I'm not that breed. I need people in spaces or there's no way I'll make it out the room [Like when none of my roommates are home.]
Save them. Even if they are unwanted. I collect things. Everything is part of the story, so might as well gather evidences that you lived.
Me. I am the biggest pack rat I know.
At the ~non-alcoholic~ bashes I've been [does it count?], or adult social gatherings, too, I'm usually entering with at least one sidekick. I tend to be insecure about socialization & nervous in places [makes me sick] so I over-compensate by trying to be really forward, funny and inviting. People usually mistake me as an extrovert. The weirdest bit is that I look so damn comfortable with myself/people [a little true, perhaps], and happy, but inside my nerves are ridiculous. So I tend to avoid events.
I thought about this long & hard and have to answer by elimination. It's not sight or smell, and it isn't sound because my ears are actually clogged 4ever, and I hardly can say it's taste, so it must be touch... wait. Wait. It's my sixth sense. My sixth sense is strongest. As for which one I'd give up- smell or taste (I love food and this makes me think of both, but ultimately it comes down to: "Would you rather smell skin or taste it?" Impossible to tell.)
I'm not countin' or anything but probably a fair bit because I think I'm some grand actor on a huge stage. It isn't vanity, either. It's seriously an imagination complex. I see the world as one everlasting picture show.
Pretty stiffly that I had someone following me around, like a guardian angel, and that she could help me alter my world.
Is "misery" an honest or pretentious answer? [Ivy is going to yell.]
But it's honestly Fernando so I can put it right? He'll do anything for a stranger. He's got a real karma complex; he thinks doing good will get him somewhere and I hope it does because I have the karma complex, too. But really- he's good to strangers like I've never seen.
Use to read the Advance all the time. After a while, it phased out of my interest. I wanted to decide my own news. Internet makes it easy. Besides, what I'd be putting on the front page, the media isn't.
Ladybugs. They swarm and I hate stepping on them and shattering their wings. It makes me feel sick.
Engage it head-on. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't. I just can't sit back. Probably to my err.
Can't think of that right now; I haven't been talking to too many people cooped up inside this room of mine.
My lust for madness.
If I have any habits, they're emotional. I don't really engage in routines intentionally.
Material things: no. In terms of maintaining appearance: absolutely not. Emotionally, I'm a bit ashamed of the demands I make.
I used to lift weights around junior year of high school. I think I was going through something. I was trying to be a man. Sincerely. But anyway, if there was ever a time, it was then... or maybe the time I chased a bus down about a month ago. I almost gave myself an asthma attack. I was on no food or water. But I kept running.
Just a few close friends + a bunch of acquaintances I know more about then they'd know. I don't value friendships as much as others might. It never was a big deal to me to have a lot of friends, or keep up with friends. But I believe in the friend-soul-mate thing and once you find those people, you're set. It isn't about effort. And they just walk right in sometimes!
Unleash the potential of others. I want to see people grow. I want to be a part of it.
I share everything, sadly. But if you want a story, I guess I can talk about the time my sister flew off the bed by supernatural forces.
Words. Strings and strings of words.
Reality [what is it and how do we define it?], childbirth [we MAKE little things that are us, two people, together and they GROW IN US] and the power of the human mind.
SHOOT STRAIGHT. I value that more than anything else.
The Continental Mid-Town is my fave.
Hm, interesting. Everything I think of doesn't make sense. First thing that came to mind: go to sleep. I hate sleeping!
Not that I know of!
I like it. I think if you don't speak about your beliefs, you're an undead. You are not human to me. We won't get along.[Except if your beliefs are super-conservative, honestly, I'll be a little ticked defaultly].
I like talking things through with another person. Anywhere.
Fetal.
Palermo because it gives you life. Or at least makes you understand it.
Smart, self-aware, weird.
I'm the elder and I feel like I have a younger daughter sometimes.
I'd take away a bit of the negativity.
Weirdly enough, not one of my own. [Is this surprising, Ivy?]
You can't get me to change my name.
Yes and no. I believe it will definitely make you happier on a superficial level, but to experience whole happiness, you also have to experience whole sadness, and someone who is ignorant cannot be wholly sad. They only go so deep.
Everything is forgivable. I mean that.
Most, but not all. The ones I keep myself to elicit too much pain; I think it makes the healing process more difficult, because it doesn't even want to be accepted or touched.
Easy. I'm the apologizer.
I'd die for any cause.
Both too much and not at all. I see myself as a twin-thinker. On one end, I am trusting in the sense that I open right away, let you in right away, and deeply, and consciously allow you to trespass. On the other end, I am bitter, with a deep disbelief in your word. I will always second-guess you, because I think I know a worse answer.
Most. [It takes heart to say it, though.]
I was going to have a baby sister.
I am the official title holder of NO CHILL, NO BARS, NO BOUNDARIES, ALL OUT, BALL'S OUT, DOESN'T THINK, JUST SAYS. I can't stop myself.
Well, for one case, the long-term result is still pending but he's thrilling, I can say that much. And yes, one of my best friends, Kaitie- funny how we worked.
The day after I'm saddest.