reading, writing, watching movies, training for triathlons, teaching pilates, tasting wine, gnoshing on yuppie food, playing with music, bargain shopping for designer clothes, wearing things that are pink, fixating on minute interactions, discussing the philosophical implications of buffy the vampire slayer, analyzing the subtext in children's picture books, nurturing others, writing silly profiles about my interests and doing a great many other silly things
cool new people who can tell me how to get 10 free ring tones and an Ipod while making money at home taking online surveys while trusting in Jesus and having live video chat with hot singles in my area and unraveling the hottie's sweater during a fart off contest.] Ahem, but given the paucity of such individuals in the world of myspace, I'll settle for old friends, serious writers, literature junkies, and innovative artists. [pilates and cycling instructors, fit cancer survivors, and triathletes can reach my fitness site at http://www.myspace.com/tripilatescat]
On such a "perfect day," "when they play the right music," "feel my fire." "I'm super-bad." "My talents are renowned far and wide," and I won't let those robots eat you, but "I wanna be sedated" with "sunshine in a bag" and float "in a most peculiar way" because "maybe I'm crazy, probably." "But I think I'll just act bored instead" and "sugar hiccup on cheerios." Because "this is just a punk rock song written for the people who can see something's wrong," and "all you need is love." (c blog for works cited)
I am Deanie Loomis, Charlie and Donald Kaufman, and Sugar Kane Kowalczyk. Some weekends I turn into the Dude. I am Malena without the loving husband. I never want to be Norma Desmond- I don't want dead monkeys in my house or captive boyfriends. My mother doesn't believe I can ride a whale, but I can. I am Edward Scissorhands and Jack the Pumpkin King. But most of all, I am a woman who scraped and clawed a carrot out of scorched earth and made a dress out of curtains all to survive. (c blog 4 works cited)
I like to say, "Doh," and will sometimes eat half a box of chocolates that I bought for someone else. I'm sometimes unsure whether I want to stake vampires or have sex with them, but my true super-power lies not in my physical prowess but in my feminine traits, like teaching. I keep getting mixed up with Zap Brannigan no matter how hard I try to avoid him. Damn you, Zap Brannigan. I'm friends with a right wing, anti-semitic fat kid and a poor kid who keeps dying, and I love to learn the message of each episode of life in the end. (c blog for works cited)
I am Violet Durnin if she only died a little bit and succumbed to the Feed. I am Anna Karenina if she only cheated in her heart. I am Meg Murry, and I've learned to love my glasses and weird brother. "I am the Lorax, and I speak for the trees." I am a mouse called Frederick, and I feed people images. I am the Snow Queen, the Summer Queen, and the Sock Monkey. I insist that 2 + 2 = 4. "I am a fat kid in a punk rock band." (c blog 4 works cited)
Heroes, Heroines, and Mentors- Tiffany, Jenni, Kerstin, Cathy June, Hope, Lori, and Denise; Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, Chris Vogler, Bill Powers, Charlie Kaufman, Antonio Benjamin, Lance Armstrong, Shannon Boughn, Jimmy Bynum, An Na, Cynthia Leitich-Smith, M.T. Anderson, Ellen Howard, Sharon Darrow, Duke Hooten, Charlie Childress, Claire Hill, my own inner version of my ideal mate, and my own inner version of my ideal me (my Goddess)