I don't normally do these because it's so damnably hard to describe oneself, but what the hell. xD
I'm Angela, I'm 23, and I live in Seattle. I grew up in northwest Indiana (boo, hiss!), went to college in the extreme north woods of Wisconsin (hooray!), and have for the moment settled on Seattle, where my husband and I laugh at the antics of yuppies, engage in high speed chasing of Metro buses, and burn our money in large quantities in the mysterious Ceremony of Rent.
My degree's in writing, but anyone else who's tried to make a living doing that lately is probably laughing by now, so no, I admit I don't do it as a job. Heh. I'm the resident Creepy Quiet And Obsessively Type A Person at my office, where I engage in such amazing tasks as entering data, emailing people, and avoiding conversation. I'm fervently hoping to get into the UW's distance MLIS program so I can be a Creepy Quiet And Obsessively Type A Librarian sometime in the next few years. You know, and maybe a superhero at night.
Me defined by what I'm not:
I'm carfree, childfree, and antitheistic. I don't necessarily have automatic disdain for people who are the opposite of any of the above (with some particularly destructive religious philosophies being an exception) -- but I do get annoyed when people refuse to think about the reasons for and the effects of their choices after (or god forbid before) they make them. I'm not interested in most mainstream pop culture, and I almost never watch TV unless it's a program I've downloaded from National Geographic, the Discovery Channel, or some BBC science show. I don't like dogs, which probably has something to do with my being attacked by one as a child. I could not be less interested in fashion, makeup, or trends if I actively tried. I do not wear red.
I've been told I don't know what fun is, which seems rather silly. I can't cook, can't drink more than two beers without being wasted, and can't stand rude cigarette smokers. I can't read music no matter how hard I try. I can't pretend to like people I despise and I can't understand people who aren't ever interested in learning anything new. I could never live somewhere away from a large body of water. I'm not averse to being wrong, but I want to know why. I am not who you think I am. I'm not who I think I am, either.
Me defined by what I am:
I'm perpetually anxious. I am 23-going-on-35. I'm a reader, writer (especially of poetry), and red-pen wielding proofreader. I have trouble thinking and driving at the same time because I see the words in my head and get distracted. I think diagramming sentences is fun. I love writing systems and have several of my own, to the bafflement of those who try to read over my shoulder. I'm pretty liberal socially, but I form my own ideas and thus tend to be a bit more extreme in some areas and less in others than the American liberal mainstream. I've been described as "quaintly second-wave" by angry lip-gloss feminists because I am more interested in the social issues of sex and the construction of gender identity in society than whether a woman can wear a micro-mini on a plane. I am often channeling Daria. I have too many damned IQ points for my own good, and desperately wish sometimes that I could find the equations that would allow me to convert them into Common Sense points, which I sorely need. xD
I love languages, public transit, freecycle, good books, and good beer. I can't resist singing terrible karaoke to bad Japanese music, but not in public. I miss the north woods but enjoy Seattle's weather, even when it rains. Sometimes I believe the best things in life are coffee, microsuede, and long walks in the middle of the night. I daydream constantly because it makes the mundane beautiful. I am constantly changing.
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