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| User: | two_grey_rooms (6926418)  we sail tonight for Singapore
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| Name: | Ellie | |||||
| Website: | LJ Land | |||||
| Location: | New York, United States | |||||
| Birthdate: | 02-23 | |||||
| E-mail: | trustnoone@mail.com | |||||
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| Bio: | I am a person of a notably weak will, with notably low self-confidence, (BUT! I am indeed gradually growing self-esteem on my lime tree), with a notable art teacher who is astoundingly awesome but is notably anti-Wikiality. I am also a person who notoriously abuses run-ons and has a notable friend who enthuses over the idea that I should someday go into stand-up comedy, although she notably fails to acknowledge the fact that she is the sole person in the universe who finds me at all entertaining. ...excluding, of course, all the creepy old people on my f-list. omgz, u guyz, mi dad saiz i hav 2 BAH-LEETE J00 4EVVAH. ;_________; I’m renowned for my enviable family; lunch-table conversations; and knowledge of all things pertaining to Vonnegut, The X-Files, and Laura Nyro. Or so they tell me. Iiii never know what to declare myself as in these things. Iiii am beginning every paragraph with “I,” and this is irking me tremendously. ANYWAY. I don’t know. I could label myself in a million various ways, while all the while cleverly avoiding actually telling you anything about me: I’m an infamous geek, a liberal, a bibliophile, a linguaphile, an astrophile, a music snob whose insufferable open mind is rendering her steadily less snobby, a Renthead, an X-Phile, a hippie, an atheist, a lesbian, a pinetreesexual (evidently). I don’t know. (THERE IT IS AGAIN! THE GODDAMNED “I” CURSE! WHY.) I guess it all comes down to what you believe people are defined by? I can tell you I lead a wholly terrible, wholly wonderful life, that is unendurably inane, typical, and mercifully (?) uneventful. Maybe I’m defined by my actions, or maybe my intentions, or maybe the people I care about, or maybe how I treat my enemies, or maybe my musings, or maybe how I act and what I think when I’m all alone, or maybe it’s the books I read, or maybe it’s how I react in hot water—I could go on, rambling clichés for ages, but I guess I don’t really want to know what it is that defines people (or if anything at all does) right now. I mean, come on. I’d like to believe I have at least a good sixty or seventy years left of my life; it’d be most unfortunate if I figured everything out at fourteen. Also? I tend to have the maturity level of a pervy fifteen-year-old. Which is perfectly appropriate because you know. I am a pervy fifteen-year-old. What else should you know about me? I am, my good people of the Milky Way, a superhero. I, at the tender age of eight, have saved the life of a toad, and this is indeed my finest accomplishment to date. Also? My And now shall I proceed to introduce the requisite boring statistical stuff? Why, yes. Yes, I think I should. I ship everything. The end, forever and ever, amen. Most of my OTPs are (not-so-)curiously femmeslash, however. ...O...T...P...s? Contradiction much? ANYWAY. Harry Potter (’cause I’m an INDIVIDUAL), The X-Files, Rent, Wicked, and House are my beloved fandoms. Like everyone else on the face of the Internet, I adore books and music and I really watch scarcely any TV, but there are a few shows I adore when I, you know, REMEMBER TO WATCH THEM. The X-Files is my one true love in life (wasn’t it just yesterday I declared Ellen DeGeneres my one true love in life? I...have a lot of one true loves), and I’ve recently become very much addicted to House, Veronica Mars, and Supernatural, and I’ve not-so-recently become enthralled by The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, Seinfeld, and The Simpsons. And like every other bibliophile on the face of the planet, I have favorite authors. Just chock-full of surprises and originality, I am. ANYWAY. These brilliant people happen to be: Kurt Vonnegut (did I mention anywhere that I have a mild [HARDY HAR HAR] obsession with Mr. Vonnegut? And divorced my (consenting) Internet wife over this man? Multiple times, in fact? No?), Douglas Adams, Gregory Maguire, Michael Cunningham, Daniel Handler, Ken Kesey, J.K. Rowling, S.E. Hinton, Alice Hoffman, and Wlliam Goldman. Oh oh oh and you should also be aware of the authors I LOATHE as enthusiastically as I loathe Bush and his cronies. Er, well, almost. THAT WOULD BE LOIS DUNCAN AND JACQUELINE WOODSON. I figured I should make this known, as I am prone to inexplicable and unwarranted bouts of rage. And. Why the flying fuck on Neptune does MUSIC come last? Stereotypically enough, the music I listen to has influenced my life and my character inordinate amounts and is really very, very amazing and stereotypically sometimes all that gets me through the day. Laura Nyro, Regina Spektor, Joni Mitchell, Rickie Lee Jones, Ani DiFranco, James Taylor, and Billie Holiday are my absolute favorites, but I listen to a little bit of everything from Pink Floyd to Duke Ellington to Damien Rice. And. “Placebo,” “pandiculation,” and “obstreperous” are words that I am absolutely infatuated with. WHEN I GROW UP, I want to be HAPPY, the end. I’d also like to sing “La Vie Boheme” on the moon while doing the mamba with a porcupine (note to self: learn the mamba), find My Emmie TM (ABUSING LAURA NYRO SONGS RATHER SHAMELESSLY? CHECK!), arbitrarily run up to someone on the street and shout “I’VE GOT A PERFECT BODY ’CAUSE MY EYELASHES CATCH MY SWEAT! YES, THEY DO!” in someone’s face, commence an interminable f-list ORGY, reference a Regina Spektor song at least once in every single conversation I may take part in with anyone ever, and replicate the Taj Mahal with the use of nothing but polka-dotted periwinkle teacups. I like to consider myself a New Yorker at heart, but I’m probably just a whiny suburbs-native brat who has recurring delusions of grandeur of the big city (not that that’ll stop me from moving there the second I get the opportunity to leave this stupid-ass small town). And come on, that so fit in with my big grand list of goals for my life, didn’t it? Because. I am going to live in an apartment with all my RL friends and we are all going to be positively broke and force Anna to pay all of the rent because she is the sole responsible one out of all of us. I WIN. IN CONCLUSION: I am incredibly damn redundant. I’m forgetful. I have a highly addictive personality. I’m spacey and I’m a spaz. I take very little seriously. I’m paranoid and something of a conspiracy theorist. I have an irrational fear of everything. I’m terrified especially of loneliness, helplessness, and calling people on the telephone. I contradict myself almost constantly. IN CONCLUSION CONCLUSION: If you’re masochistic enough to desire having me cheerfully contribute to the noble cause of spamming your f-list, I will probably always oblige if you are generally excellent, and I have a reputation for getting along with most people who are Not Twatfaces, as some of my best friends are my polar opposites. You should probably read the obligatory (it’s short though, I promise) Things To Know list here, although it just sort of highlights the “HEY,-IF-THIS-KIND-OF-THING-OFFENDS-YOU-TERRIBLY,-YOU-SHOULD-REALLY,-REALLY-THINK-ABOUT-EXERCIZING-T In the words of the immortal Douglas Adams, dear reader, so long and thanks for all the fish! On each of these websites, you can click a button to support the cause -- each click creates funding, and costs you nothing! Bookmark these sites, and click once a day!       Click here to post this on your page or 'blog  *HUGS* TOTAL! give Two_grey_rooms more *HUGS* Get hugs of your own As a final note: I got my layout from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} override_lj, and my moodtheme was created by retro_palace. If you'd like to see my collection of color bars and other miscellanea, click here. | |||||
| Memories: | 323 entries | |||||
| Interests: | 149: 42, abhorring bananas, abhorring teen lit, absurdity, accents, adrienne shelley, alton brown's fuzzy beard, american beauty, ancient civilizations, ancient mysteries, ani difranco, anthony rapp's adorkablosity, astronomy, autumn, bad pick-up lines, beautiful people, being a motherfucking spy, being insufferably liberal, being outside in rainstorms, boggling at jkr's mind, boobies, book stores, books, catatonia the fictional country, comedy, conspiracy theory, cracktastic dreams, creating laura-nyroism converts, cults, damien woepants rice, daniel handler, david sedaris, douglas adams, dragonflies, dragons, ellen degeneres, emily dickinson, english the incorrigible whore, everybody/everybody, evidently: straight_girls and gay_guys, feminism, femmeslash, flying things, free thinking, freedom, geek-outs over children's books, general grooviness, gillian anderson, gratuitous inane ranting, gray areas, halloween, harry potter, haunted houses, hidden meanings, hieroglyphics, history, hole-in-the-wall places, honesty, house m.d., house/wilson, house/wilson/cuddy, ingenious wit, insanity, inventing ridiculous band names, jay and silent bob, jon stewart, joni mitchell, kitschy stuff, kurt vonnegut, languages, laura nyro, leonard cohen, libraries, lily/narcissa, lions, literature, little miss sunshine, looking closer, luna/hermione, margaret atwood, mermaid orgies, michael cunningham, mocking the mockworthy, museums, music, my semi-dysfunctional family, mythology, neologisms, new york, next stop greenwich village, obscure references, ogling pretty people, overthinking everything, pandiculation, paranormal phenomena, pine trees, poetry, pretending i am artsy, psychology, questioning everything, questioning reality, rain, rainbows, regina spektor, rent, rickie lee jones, rodents of unusual size, rufus wainwright, sarah slean, science fiction, secrets, seinfeld, shagging, smell of old books, snow, songs about hookers, spanish, stephen colbert, sunsets (stay gold ponyboy!), supernatural, tarot cards, tea, the 1920s, the 1960s, the 1970s, the joys of fandom, the lorax, the moon, the unbelievable truth, the word "bodacious", the x-files, thought-provoking quotes, threatening dunderheads with ice-9, tie-dyed shirts, tom robbins, tom waits, tomatoes, transamerica, ugly people, weekly world news, what ifs, wings of desire, winter, witty ingenuity, witty one-liners about nothing, women, wondering, words, writing | |||||
| Schools: | Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Hogsmeade, Scotland - Highland, United Kingdom (2004 - present) | |||||
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| Mutual Friends: | 68: 0ox_reb_xo0, 89ravenclaw, __alt_icons, _icewater, acneh, anglichanka, attention_x, bagumpf, barmaidblog, bettheqos, bleeding__quill, blood_x_tales, born_torun, boucinoffdawall, coldplayislove, cool_rain_kiss, dancinginmagic, didi_the_wicked, dried_seaweed, end_paranoia, enginelight, euphoria555, gabz33, gardenia_talk, girlgrimreaper, golly__sandra, hard_parade, invisiblecookie, ithilien22, kimcallea, kyuukumber, lawlzify, layzx33, lifexisxblue, lion_eyes___x, londonbeauty001, loquacious_tale, mary_of_poa, moonshadow___x, mynameistonks, noodle6680, notapopstar, oh_lala_x33, onfridayitslove, otis_lover, philiophobia, pink_angel37, pinkk_polkadot, precious_pea, pwn____j00, pyrogrl, rain_explodes, savemrpeeps, serdyuchkafan, silken_shadow, sinking_nano, skippy09, slithy_tovessss, soapbox_queen, special_rach, summerkins, twentyfivepast, vintage_beth, wasted_on_youxx, x_____starlight, x_lexie_xo, xsunnyxdaysx, xxxairxxx | |||||
| Account type: | Paid Account | |||||
