"The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic."
----Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie
Frankly I'm a bit of a weirdo. I dance constantly- at home, going from class to class, waiting to get picked up from school, when I’m bored in class (it’s all about the time steps under the desk, baby)...It freaks some people out, and everyone else loves it, because it's really so much a part of me, and it really says a lot about my personality. I'm really bloody flexible (like splits without stretching flexible), and that freaks EVERYONE out- even my friends from dance. That (being so freakishly flexible/hyperextended) is how I got my nickname, "Gumby".
I'm always listening to music. I can't live without it, and that is entirely my brother's fault. (In a good way.) I wake up to music, I fall asleep to music, and I spend every second in between tuned in. I'm a complete ham. I absolutely LOVE the stage, and the stage loves me, or so I've been told. I view the world as my stage, and every day as another performance. Say what you will, but it keeps me on the top of my game.
One would think that with all the dancing I do, I rarely have accidents that result in semi/serious injuries, but alas, it's the exact opposite. I am the most accident-prone person you will ever meet in your life. Period. End of story. I'm very opinionated, and very vocal, so if you're the kind of person who can't stand people (especially women) who think for themselves and/or have a strong personality, then you're in the wrong spot. I have almost no patience for stupid and/or ignorant people. They frustrate me, and occasionally piss me off.
Among other things, I suffer from insomnia, but not on a regular basis. I'm also slightly OCD (especially about the state of my pedicure...I know it sounds weird and shallow, but seriously, if it gets too bad, I'm unable to focus, I get really itchy for no reason, etc.). I am characteristically indecisive (its a Libra thing. Seriously, never ask me where I want to go to dinner if you want to eat before lunch time two days later.) I have more personalities than I (or anyone) can keep track of (I told you I'm indecisive!). Whenever people ask me why I have so many Screenames (it's either 4 or 5...I can't remember...), my reply is always the same: I have one for each personality. If you want to chat, ask me for my screename. I’m too paranoid to just leave my SN out there for everyone in the whole wide world of myspace to see.
I'm scattered, and disorganized, aided by the fact that I'm a TOTAL packrat, and I'm an expert at procrastination. I've been a bibliophile (look it up) my entire life and if I really fall in love with a book, I’ll read it over and over and over and over and never get sick of it. I collect makeup bags (even though I only wear makeup if I'm going to a formal event, or if I look like an extra from "Night of the Living Dead"), vintage buttons (particularly political ones) and magazines. In conversation, I'm a total grammar Nazi (people who use "can" when they should be using "may" (i.e. "Can I go to the bathroom?" my response: "Well I don't know. Can you?") is possibly my biggest pet peeve. Ironically enough, when it comes to writing, I'm horrible with the more technical aspects of grammar (i.e. using "their" when I should be using "his or her" or “who†where I should be using “whom†(and vice versa) etc. I have also decided that punctuation is the devil. I can never get it right...). (I also use parentheses entirely too often.)
I love proofreading/helping correct essays for friends. I talk constantly, and tend to go off on tangents without noticing. I also have a marked propensity towards rambling (can you tell?) and not completely thinking things through before I open my mouth... I'm quite the caffeine addict; I think this might be due to the fact that I get at least 5 migraines per month... I'm rarely seen without a camera in my hand, and I am physically incapable of sitting back and allowing something unjust to occur (I've been called "a walking cause" once or thrice...), and I get antsy really easily. I have 14 pairs of sunglasses (I think), and I'm a sucker for a shoe sale, and I believe in using handkerchiefs, not kleenex. I love my hair, even though it’s a pain in the ass, and I'd never be brave enough to get a tattoo.
When I get really stressed, I listen to Water Polo practices (if I can), write in my journal, and/or I color. Yes I color. Anyone who thinks that they’re too old for a pack of Crayolas and a coloring book is just wrong. In all seriousness, I swear by coloring to calm your nerves because since it’s a coloring book you can make it look however the fuck you want. Plus it helps take your focus away from what’s stressing you out, etc.
I call everyone "hon", or "kiddo", or "sweetheart", no matter what my relationship to them is. The only exception is my older brother, Brian (who is also my best friend) who I call “sportâ€.
I believe in wishing on eyelashes, but not always on stars, and I have a weird obsession with adding my favorite characters from movies, books etc as MySpace friends. Frank Zappa is my idol, and I hate Tipper Gore & The Washington Wives with a bleeding, fiery passion. For the longest time, I was positive that I wanted to be a litigator specializing in constitutional law, but now I’m not so sure. (I think I might pursue Dramaturgy. Maybe. I'm not sure.) I've asked everyone in my family, and they all agree that I'm RAWTHER snarky. I've never been in love, and it has been scientifically proven that there is not a single person in the world like me. I've never been to Europe, and it pisses me off. My right eye opens wider than my left eye, and apparently, I have an old soul.
Some people would say I'm "odd", and some people are too scared to say anything at all. Some might even go so far as to call me the antichrist. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Emily was
a Clumsy Cult Leader
in a past life. Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me
Clumsy, of all things... Go figure.
