The snow was falling last night. Softly, slowly, resembling the dandelion fluff of late summer. About a centimeter persisted on the bushes and the grass, but the pavement remained shiny and slippery. I had already been serenaded by the music of skidding tires, crunching metal and the shattering of glass. Snow on Southwest Marine drive: so picturesque.
The lights in my room were dimmed. I had been watching The Royal Tenenbaums rather than trying to write my essay. I turned it off twenty minutes before the end. I know this movie recieved rave reviews... I was too restless I guess. I wanted a cigarette. Note that I do not smoke. I wanted to drink. Wine. Red. I wanted the eight books about Jackson Pollock and Piet Mondrian that were skattered about me to disappear. Neo-classicism. Romanticism. Avant-garde. Post-modern expressionism. Big words. Big essay. Eight pages. Zero thesis. It was going to be a long night.
That was the plan anyway. I went to sleep instead.
I awake this morning to the angry screams of football players. Last night's snowfall has now melted into a large puddle in the middle of the playing field. I rouse myself enough to sit up, placing my chin on my window sill and watching the girls run, duck, throw, catch, fall, collide, and yell. The neon of their floor shirts is slowly painted over with the mud and the muck and soon they are not two teams but one. How they can tell each other apart across the field I don't know. The brown figures continue to run, duck, throw, catch, fall, collide and yell. I shut my window.
25 random facts about me:
I am 19 years old. I have blue/green eyes and blonde hair. I am 5 foot 6 inches tall, wear 31 length pants (rolled up), yet have size 10 feet. These proportions make little sense.
I am a quarter Icelandic and three quarters British.
Bjork is Icelandic. Sigur Ros is Icelandic.
Despite the obvious potential for teasing, I have actually only recieved two jokes about my last name (Simpson) in my life. One was from my orthodontist when I was 12. The other was from a Totem Park front desk person when I was 19.
Some jobs I have worked:
diner
grocery store
laundromat
box factory
Of the 4 nicknames I recieved in high school that were used more than once, 2 were in reference to my breasts.
No I won't tell you what they were. Yet.
While I don't completely disagree with the purchasing of brand name clothing, I refuse to buy a shirt that simply says the company name on the front. As far as I'm concerned, that makes me a walking advertisement, and they should be paying me to wear it.
My general outlook on money can be summed up by the movie Fight Club: we spend all of our time working at jobs we hate to make money to buy things we don't need. My goal is to avoid this at all costs. First tactic: became an English/Philosophy major. A Toilet paper degree. Excellent.
I have a hard time picking favourites. I generally operate in non-numerical Top 3-5 lists.
Some favourites I have been able to pick:
Favourite flower: cherry blossom
Favourite filmmaker: Pedro Almodovar
Favourite color: red
No, wait: green
Top 3 colors: red, green and blue
Favourite artist: Gustav Klimt
Most of my friends will tell you I over-analyze. I would probably tell you this too. The truth: I don't think I do. I think everything requires a lot of thought. On the occations that I do over-analyze, I figure obsessing is better than having nothing to think about at all.
One of my biggest dreams is to see my father cradle my first baby.
I bite the inside of my cheek when I'm bored or nervous
9 times out of 10, I would rather be in bed. Even when I'm out having fun, drinking, partying, even at a concert, I'm probably looking forward to going to bed. Down comforters = heaven. Literally. I think heaven for me would be a giant Earth-sized bed with down pillows and blankets and everyone I like/love in it (this is not meant to be sexual).
I keep a list of things that I want to accomplish before I die.
Things that have been crossed off the list since high school:
attend university
learn to scuba dive (note fear of deep water)
leave Canada (Mexico 2001)
go parasailing (note fear of heights)
get a tattoo
learn to play guitar (in progress)
A sampling of what remains on the list:
live in a foreign country (by myself) for one year
travel to Europe, Africa, the South Pacific, Cuba and South East Asia
learn to play the cello
sing in a choir
publish a book
have babies
get a university degree
I have been a vegetarian for 4 months. I still can't give a reason why when asked. But I feel good.
KKBT (you figure it out) and big boobie girl. Yes, I'm serious.
I listen to music so much that sometimes if I'm in a quiet room the sound of my own breathing/heartbeat surprises and distracts me.
My Top 5 list of celebrities I want to marry:
John Cusack
Jason Lee
Adam Sandler
Ben Harper
Edward Norton
My pet peeve is mouth sounds. Not to be confused with throat sounds such as singing, laughing, and talking. Mouth sounds result when people chew with their mouths open (especially gum) or run their tongues along the inside of their teeth with their lips parted (this happens when people are concentrating, and it happens more than you would think).
I would like to think of myself as an independant thinker, but sometimes I do find it hard to admit when I don't like things that are commonly enjoyed (such as sushi or The Rolling Stones), or when I like things that are uncool (such as Star Trek or Mandy Moore).
I am $6,500 in debt, facing the prospect of being kicked out of school, and the happiest I've been in years.
That's enough for one day, I'm sure.
listening: The Shins - Your Algebra reading:The Concubine's Children - Denise Chong (SO GOOD)
watching: nada