I am slain!
Name: Fiona.
Age (no one under 13, please): 18 (19 in a week or so).
Location: Presently, New Jersey.
Three positive adjectives: Intelligent, artistic, brutal honesty.
Three negative adjectives: Anger, violence, impatient.
Driving purpose in life (motivation, goals, etc . . . ): To be successful as a writer and content myself with whatever comes my way.
Tragic flaw (if you were a tragic figure, what would your downfall be?): Oh, I'm the quick to anger and to act upon that anger type of tragic hero.
Interests: Art in all of its forms, psychology, philosophy, politics, things that start with P, and animals.
Favorite genre of movies or books: In terms of movies, I'll honestly watch anything that's decent (e.g. I love things like American Beauty but immediately turned off Mr. Woodcock for bad filming). Book-wise, I'd have to go with historical dramas or anything that is Russian.
Prefer power, love, or justice?: Power. Obviously.
Prefer to kill or be killed?: Kill.
Prefer to commit suicide or homicide?: Homicide, otherwise I'd be rather inconsistent.
Meaningful song lyrics:
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out onto Grey Street
And she thinks...hey
How did I come to this
I dreamed myself thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together
To grey, and it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears He doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her He might
She says I pray
But they falls on deaf ears
Am I supposed to take it on myself
To get out of this place
There's a loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now,
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together
It's grey, and it breaks her heart
There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them real as anything
It will take the work out of the courage
She says please
There's a crazy man creeping that's outside my door
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world
Oh there's an emptiness insider her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together
To grey
And it breaks her heart
"Grey Street," Dave Matthews Band
More random information of interest: I frequently make animal noises, sometimes in lieu of using words in conversation.