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Ohai guys!
I thought I'd go ahead and... I suppose, introduce myself.
I... hmmrmrmrmm... I'm not good with these, so I'll start with a story.
...And... I guess, that's enough of an intro for me.
Sorry it's a bit out there. I might be using this as an excuse to spit out some of the exciting things that jump around in my mind.
I thought I'd go ahead and... I suppose, introduce myself.
I... hmmrmrmrmm... I'm not good with these, so I'll start with a story.
There once was a young woman (and when I say woman, I only mean in the sense that she's only dabbled with that idea, and is still getting used to the thought) who breathed art. Raised by gypsies/circus freaks/drummers and dancers/absent minded, yet grounded individuals, she had a relatively normal childhood. Her mother would spend her days dancing, sewing, making wine, crafting, or spinning fire, while her father, when not fine-tuning technology for the fire department, vastly enjoyed dressing up in exotic costumes and drumming.
As for the girl, she mostly focused on words. Reading and writing were her refuge, her happiness. Her life wasn't terrible, but she did, admittedly, find it terribly dull. So she turned it into a story. Looking back, she could recall many a backpacking trip hoping to see vampires flitting through the woods, or fairies dancing about fairy rings. She'd spread her arms and they'd become grand, feathered wings that sparkled in the sunlight. She'd point her feet and watch the invisible ripples of water waver about it. She took excitement from everything -- or, at least attempted to.
As a result, she grew fondly interested in writing, reading, modern dance, drawing, and decorating anything she could get her hands on. Her car has "Insured by Zombies" proudly spray painted on its hood. Her old laptop was covered in sharpied rainbows. Even herself she decorated adamantly, with monochrome clothing in various different styles. She decorated words with apostrophes and looked for delicious phrases to satiate her hunger.
And now, she sits at a computer, typing, though not fully realizing why.
...And... I guess, that's enough of an intro for me.
Sorry it's a bit out there. I might be using this as an excuse to spit out some of the exciting things that jump around in my mind.
