i am an emerson college hopeful - new city, new start, right?
side note: i hate joint myspace accounts.
sleeping, fashion, writing, tattoos, retail therapy, home decor, foot massages, lazy days, working, film vs. digital, symmetry, sex, cleaning, day planners, arguing, money, piggies, paranormal research, my education, lomography, cursing, reading, sculpture gardens, cottages, making out, tribal masks, gingham, rearranging furniture, the color gold, sidekickin' it, the instant gratification generation, puns, good times, laughing, animalz, apple computers, pho, the metropolitan museum of art, toyota yaris, immaculate libraries, reckless driving, houndstooth, the color pink, anything "proverbial," being so girly it hurts and the opposite, express, mani/pedi, ikea, disgusting romanticism, poetry, snuggling with my stuffed hippo sampson, symbolism, salsa, saves the day, setting goals, the world of make believe, in depth conversations, pepperoni & pineapple deep dish pizza.
people with integrity (who are relatively hard to find these days). someone who can teach me the art of spontaneity. a man in a seersucker suit. a person who would be more than happy to answer all of my idiotic questions. a boy who will read to me. that one guy/girl who did that one thing. copious amounts of celebrity trash. people who understand my "alternate planes of reality" theory. a molecular realization of life.
lost, twin peaks, ghost hunters, planet earth, aqua teen
douglas coupland.
my mother, sara grayum, douglas coupland, chris conley, sean daley, walt whitman, brother ali, toccara jones, and wildlife conservationists.