Pretzel Monster, the inconcievably magnificent bowler hat of infallable wisdom, 80's music,a little cult I like to call Catholocism, add pride, alex kapranos as francis, an old man, andrew jackson, archaeology, banter, bardstown road, being a problem child, being alone, being silly, billy talent, centaurs, centrism, croatian american, dancing badly, daniel jackson, dream interpretation, dress hats, easy rider, evil leprechauns, francis is sexy, franz ferdinand, getting whiplash from headbanging, indie rock, led zeppelin, love, modern girls, monty python, motion city soundtrack, mystery science theatre 3000, opossums, philosophy, plaid chucks, playing the sims 2, pretending i can breakdance, punk music, sarcasm, schizotypal, sedition, skinny guys, solange being crazy-awesome, solangenotbeingentirelysurewhothatmanwas, stargate sg-1, the edison trait, the hebrew hammer, the honorary title, the strokes, twilight zone, universal unitarianism, video chat, vinyl, watson's sewer gator story, writers workshop camp, writing.
My muse is... Polyhymnia Polyhymnia is the patron goddess of sacred poetry. Her name means "She of Many Hymns" and is often depicted with a pensive look upon her face. Polyhymnia is said to bring immortal distinction to writers. Read more...
You thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name.
You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs.
An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles.
You show people how to question their models of the world.
Your Learning Style: Unconventional and Insightful
You are very intuitive and ingenious. You're attracted to any field of study that lets you break the rules.
You Should Study:
Art
Art history
Architecture
Comparative religions
Eastern religion
Education
Music
Philosophy
the honorary title, led zeppelin, the clash, the strokes, the doors, franz ferdinand, hot hot heat, motion city soundtrack, the beatles, queens of the stone age, the mars volta, billy talent, muse, the beatles, phantom planet, jimmy eat world, coheed & cambria, hot hot heat, rage against the machine, daft punk, my chemical romance, enya, jet, interpol, beck, sting, gorrilaz, fall out boy, depeche mode, jack johnson, john lennon, idiot pilot, 10 years, pet shop boys,lemon demon, adiemus, enigma, saul williams, bloc party, kaiser chiefs, smashing pumpkins, modest mouse, the thrills, something corporate,steriogram,crosby stills and nash,emerson lake and palmer,buffalo springfield, we are scientists, the white stripes, the who, panic! at the disco,simon and garfunkel,queen,the faint, red hot chili peppers,pink floyd,not quite superheroes,jimi hendrix,cake, blue october,the arcade fire,avenged sevenfold,system of a down, antony and the johnsons,bright eyes,koufax, the ramones,marcy playground,incubus,nirvana,okgo,death cab for cutie,santana,imogen heap,elliott smith,the racoteurs,scissor sisters,depeche mode,switchfoot, the bravery, the dresden dolls,phantom planet,the kinks,wolfmother,coldplay,bush
Movies
Easy Rider, Lathe of Heaven, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, West Ender, Logan's Run, Life of Brian, What the Bleep Do We Know?, Baraka, the Chumscrubber, Much Ado About Nothing
Television
stargate sg-1, star trek, x-files (chicken death!!), Hua Jai Chocolate
Books
Tuesdays with Morrie, the Hand of God, House of the Scorpion, Rocannon's World, the Wave, 1984, the Giver, Farenheit 451, Siddhartha
I'm alittle tired of having nothing in my about me section, possibly caused by the fact that I expect that most people here already know everything that I'd want the public to know about myself, and yet again in my attempts to explain myself I have lowered myself into a pit of utter confusion.
Moving on, I'm a senior at Ballard High School, home of the Bruins and quite a few drug users, only some of whom I come in close personal contact with. The grounds and architecture are held up to the highest standars of modernity for the 1970's, and that statement in itself should allude to the fact that it is,to put it bluntly, irreprehensibly hideous.
I don't expect you to know who I am if you are a student at Ballard, being that I have just transfered here from Hell. I mean Assumption. It was a very bad experience for me, and if you wave plaid around in my face I may have a flashback and a moment later be a quivering mess on the ground.
Though my friends in their kindness may disagree with me here, I'm a relatively mundane person. I go to school, I eat, I sleep. Thats basically it. In the intervals when I'm not doing this, however, I'm usually making a pretentious witticism or dancing around. You may see me in the library in the morning, I'll be the one loudly protesting the fact that we don't have a miniature train to take us to our classes.
My future plans are to go to an out of state college somewhere far, far away from here, and major in Anthropology and a minor in Comparative Religions. Don't ask me what I'll do with my degree, because I honestly don't know.
So thats all I care to reveal at the moment, and I'll see you all on the otherside.
For I Have Lived Like a Dusty Angel
by Michael Blumenthal
And the muddy waters have washed over me,
coating my large wings with soot, clouding my eyes,
and the raging blood has coursed through my veins,
flooding the flatlands of virtue and decency,
ravaging the structures, inundating the houses,
shattering the windows, and I have grown heavy
with my deeds, and light with desire,
been betrayer and betrayed, wounder and wounded,
taken my turn at whatever was possible,
bad father good father infidel satyr,
been decent, forgiving, tender, wounding,
whoremonger exile patriot rake.
I have shaken the birches, made love
under the sycamore, wept beneath the willow,
I have trembled with desire
beside the mock orange (What good am I
to anyone, I ask, if I’m not good
to myself? Why pray to an invisible God
if I can’t please the beckoning flesh?)
And what more can a man ask of his body
but that it confess to everything? Sad bird,
this human one, but happy in exile: a confusion
of tongues, a mottle of trembling needs,
the dust still gathering on these broken wings—
the darkness, the hunger, the flickering soot.
Who I'd like to meet: you, the Dhali Lama, God, John Lennon's ghost (me:ha you were wrong about the whole no heaven above us thing! John:...), a pirate monkey, Robert Plant
And Buddha!
you want to meet me? Yes you do! Yes you do!
Fair Mistress of the Satellites's Friend Space (Top 6)
that song is actually originally by Sigur Ros, an AMAAAAAAAZING band, if you don't know them then ... get to know them!
not the flu, just the same old thing I've had for officially 2 years (well like exactly 2 years and 16 days, but who the hell is counting?)
nywho, I hope your bright future and ambiguous future with We Are Scientists goes well! lol,
I myself feel the same possibility with Edward Norton ... but then again we can't all win ... so sad
it didn't sound creepy or mean, don't worry. but i am glad im turning 16 b/c i can ge my permit, which means i am one step closer to driving. I have been wanting to drive for a very long time, so i am excited. and also, if i died, u would probably here about it from lizzy or someone.
not pathetic - its totally legit - i mean, just give it time, i know it sucks and its horrible noncomforting advise, but i really do believe - it does get better
Im so sorry I disapointed you with family pretenses and the singer/songwriter "rasputina" haha, that would b an awsome name tho wouldnt it,
"hey im rasputina!" "oh, meet my friend, rasputina!" haha wow
