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luciazephyrTell six things about yourself.
1- Okay, I'm told every single day I act older than I am. So, one day, some college kids are touring around my neighborhood and are doing fundraisers. I let them in and listen to them and am interested. They start giving me contact info and a flyer when one asks if I was a teacher. I'm 15, dude. I tell her this politely and she blinks at me and apologizes and leaves. As soon as I get the door closed behind her, I rip out my hair's pin so it get out of the old-making bun and run to the bathroom mirror and freak the fuck out.
2- I hate chocolate. Except when I don't. I hate it cold, but I can take it warmed. Ice cream and unmelted blocks = not yummy, and frankly, a little gross. I don't like garlic either. It masks flavors in my food. Califlower has no taste and I won't put it on my plate. I don't drink water for the same reason. I won't eat Mac&Cheese since Mom bought a ton of it for a month and I can't stand it anymore. And I don't mix my foods. I eat one thing, then move onto the net. I'm so tetchy food-wise.
3- The people I admire and squeal over are generally people I idolize and want to be like. I rarely think twice about someone in a fannish way unless I admire them. Those people who apply (off the top of my head): Joss Whedon, David Hewlett, Martin Gero, Jonathan Coulton, Stephen Moffat (DW writer, does some of the best eps), Damien Rice, and others I'm forgetting.
4- I want to be a screenwriter. In my mind, it's the closest to being a god as you can get and the fact that I associate writing with being all-powerful scares the hell out of me. I often think I shouldn't be left alone for long periods of time with my thoughts. The results are never good.
5- I have a hard time comparing my emotions to others'. I am honestly curious if my mind works the same way others' do. My mind is very strange. I look at things and see camera angles. If a room is quiet, I hear music all the time. I have a very strange manner physically: I won't do things or say things that are uncharacteristic to whatever character is forming in my head. If you asked me to tell you about myself, I wouldn't be able to answer because I don't know. I hear voices of characters I've seen and created constantly and I have a hard time keeping their habits and tics seperate from mine. It's very loud in my head. To fight it, I am constantly listening to music. My friends in RL know this well. Is any of this normal?
6- I am terrified of growing up. I know that one person's tiny blip of an existence doesn't mean anything, but the mundane tasks of living still scare the hell out of me. The starving artist stereotype is a real threat that I will have to deal with and, while I have wonderful dreams of television success, I know with a cold certainity that I won't make it in the business I love because it is not about the art: it's about what will sell. I just pray I won't be shoved into labor work.
-Luce
1- Okay, I'm told every single day I act older than I am. So, one day, some college kids are touring around my neighborhood and are doing fundraisers. I let them in and listen to them and am interested. They start giving me contact info and a flyer when one asks if I was a teacher. I'm 15, dude. I tell her this politely and she blinks at me and apologizes and leaves. As soon as I get the door closed behind her, I rip out my hair's pin so it get out of the old-making bun and run to the bathroom mirror and freak the fuck out.
2- I hate chocolate. Except when I don't. I hate it cold, but I can take it warmed. Ice cream and unmelted blocks = not yummy, and frankly, a little gross. I don't like garlic either. It masks flavors in my food. Califlower has no taste and I won't put it on my plate. I don't drink water for the same reason. I won't eat Mac&Cheese since Mom bought a ton of it for a month and I can't stand it anymore. And I don't mix my foods. I eat one thing, then move onto the net. I'm so tetchy food-wise.
3- The people I admire and squeal over are generally people I idolize and want to be like. I rarely think twice about someone in a fannish way unless I admire them. Those people who apply (off the top of my head): Joss Whedon, David Hewlett, Martin Gero, Jonathan Coulton, Stephen Moffat (DW writer, does some of the best eps), Damien Rice, and others I'm forgetting.
4- I want to be a screenwriter. In my mind, it's the closest to being a god as you can get and the fact that I associate writing with being all-powerful scares the hell out of me. I often think I shouldn't be left alone for long periods of time with my thoughts. The results are never good.
5- I have a hard time comparing my emotions to others'. I am honestly curious if my mind works the same way others' do. My mind is very strange. I look at things and see camera angles. If a room is quiet, I hear music all the time. I have a very strange manner physically: I won't do things or say things that are uncharacteristic to whatever character is forming in my head. If you asked me to tell you about myself, I wouldn't be able to answer because I don't know. I hear voices of characters I've seen and created constantly and I have a hard time keeping their habits and tics seperate from mine. It's very loud in my head. To fight it, I am constantly listening to music. My friends in RL know this well. Is any of this normal?
6- I am terrified of growing up. I know that one person's tiny blip of an existence doesn't mean anything, but the mundane tasks of living still scare the hell out of me. The starving artist stereotype is a real threat that I will have to deal with and, while I have wonderful dreams of television success, I know with a cold certainity that I won't make it in the business I love because it is not about the art: it's about what will sell. I just pray I won't be shoved into labor work.
-Luce
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