Female

Inking is highly addicting. I become distracted very easily around shiny things. I write exceedingly long e-mails about absolutely nothing. Modern slang is lost on me. I draw, but do not paint, unless I plan on only covering myself with color. I actually travel less often than one would think. Watching gesso dry isn't as awful as it sounds. Technology has it out for me; karmic rebound for being a Luddite in a past life. I bat at things that hang or flop. Set pieces that are blindingly white have been named after me. I go off on excessively lengthy tangents. I'd rather sit on a table than in a chair. My life frequently plays out like some B-movie, however, I occasionally wish that it were more like a Bollywood film. I get into paint fights. I dip french fries in milkshakes. As a whole, I don't like being touched. I like bubbles, bouncy balls, sticks, and silly putty. I name supposedly inanimate objects, including computers and cars. I am more than geek enough. I love the smell of: asphalt, after the sky sprinkles, or the clouds are dense with water, but the rain has yet to fall; bonfires, especially those on a beach in Greece; and turpentine. If I weren't in the humanities, I would have made a grand astronomical physicist. I'm rather fond of things that come full-circle. I Charleston at odd moments. I growl, but don't purr. I'll take Moliere over Shakespeare. My mobile is really only useful as a clock. I hit the roof of cars for yellow lights, one headlights, Fed-Ex trucks, purple cars, and art cars. Marbles never cease in their amusement value. I car dance. My default food is Mexican. I refuse to leave the house without a pen on me. I am the "token" many things. I make wishes when time lines up, as well as when I cross train tracks. My answering service message is blank. I often get inexplicably happy for no tangible reason. I am an elitist.