Why is it that our most amazing thoughts happen when we have no pen or paper to record them, and when we later try to remember them it seems nearly impossible, and we are left to question ourselves about the entire greatness of our previous thoughts?
Sex: female Age: 26 Location:
In A World of My Own, United States
Member since: February 02, 2009 Account: Free Account Status: Single Occupation: Artist (Someday)
Latest Journal Entry:Relaxation January 20, 2012, 12:08am
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About Me
◕‿‿◕ I am a weirdo, paranoid, self conscience eccentric.
Some say I'm strange, and I might be lying if I were to deny it. I don't long for the things that make most people happy, though I yearn to make people happy (if you can find the sense in that). I have no intent to degrade myself for the pleasure of anyone else, if you can entertain and still hold on to your virtues you are fantastic. I think it takes an admirable person to do so.
Someday I hope to be a film maker or a director of animation. There are many people I look up to in the industry, two directors I would be ecstatic to work with are Hayao Miyazaki and Tim Burton, their imaginations are something to marvel at and it often depresses me to imagine the end of my life, to imagine an empty life. One in which I did not follow my dream, though I fear that is where I will end. Old and in a bed of regrets. I am too afraid to take the steps that will gear me towards my dream. I am afraid of failure, and so I do not try.
If I never make it in film, my second ideal career would be a fiction novelist. I enjoy writing, I find it a wonderful escape from this luster lacking plane of existence. To me, writing is just as wonderful as dreaming. And oh how I love to dream.
My favorite dreams are the ones in which I die or simply fade away into the background. I am still there as the wind, or a spirit or some darker creature of the night, and I am able to witness the story in the third person and change the events to entertain my favor. Some of my most obscure story ideas have come out of my dreams.
Books and film I feel are two of the greatest things we could leave behind in this world. They are art. They are our imaginations brought to life. After my death I would like to be remembered. And I haven't the strongest presence or will. I have never and surely will never make a speech that will enable a people, invent some new and life altering invention, or discover new territories (as there is no place yet undiscovered on this Earth). The greatest gift I can give the world is my stories.
The truth is, I don't know what I want anymore.
Likes
Art.
I like sitting in the passenger seat of a car and watching the road shrink behind me in the side mirrors.
I like hearing the hours chime on a grandfather clock.
Winter.
I like going on midnight drives, alone, when I have the road to myself.
I love thunderstorms.
Tim Burton films.
I like the sound of rain in the evening, and the chill on my skin when I first walk into an air-conditioned house on a hot rainy day.
Cemeteries.
Books with their own built-in book marks.
I like Jack-O-Lanterns and the color of leaves in the Fall.
I like to smell the smoke that lingers when you suffocate a candle's flame.
I like... no, I LOVE to draw. It's my favorite past-time.
Circus'.
I also love to sing.
Haunted houses, fireplaces, pocket doors, crucifixes, spirit boards, music boxes, stain glass windows, pianos, Tiffany lamps, the Paris Catacombs.
I like listening to music alone where I can really listen to the words.
Fall.
Gray rainy days.
I like sitting in a church pew on an empty sunday and listening to the choir sing. On a day when the weather or a sporting event has kept many other people at home.
Myths, Urban Legends, Vampires.
I like the crisping sound that a record player makes, the smell of old libraries, and the goosebumps I get when watching silent films.
Old things, odd things, diamonds, vintage anything.
Moonlight and full moons.
Ballet (watching, not performing)
Candles, wine, wild flowers, photography, ghosts, writing, and traveling.
Dislikes
I hate people who litter the streets, especially when they are standing two feet away from a waste basket.
Tyler Perry films.
Summer.
I do not like being the center of attention (but ironically, I'd like to be a singer).
Morning.
I don't like it when I am out having dinner with friends and one of them gets mouthy with the waiter or waitress. HELLO! Have you not seen the movie 'Waiting'? I prefer my meals to be pube free.
Loud people, or those who cannot type with proper grammar.
Favorite Music
Beck, The Killers, Django Reinhart, John Lennon, The Beatles, Guster, Stephane Grappelli, Midnight Syndicate, Blue October, Heitor Pereira, A Cuckoo, Rasputina, Tori Amos, The Hives, Weezer, Emilie Autumn, The Dresden Dolls, Sarah McLachlan, The Kidney Thieves, The Unsettlers, Lily Allen, Sia, Stevie Nicks, Eartha Kitt, Smashing Pumpkins, Panic! At The Disco, Evanescence, Amanda Palmer, Jimi Hendrix, Velvet Chain, The White Stripes, Bob Marley, Norah Jones, Regina Spektor, Sparta, The Vines, Green Day, Portishead, Danny Elfman, Wax Tailor, Marilyn Manson, Screaming Lord Sutch, Horror Pops, 311, Nina Simone, Malajube, Franz Ferdinand, Elvis Costello, Coldplay, Pogo, Fall Out Boy
Hey what's up? I'm Quinn. You seem pretty interesting from what i read on your profile, so feel like talking more? It seems we have more than average in common.
Hello, just stopping by to say you've been accepted into ExquisiteZombies! Please be sure to post in the introduction thread and be active whenever possible. :]
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