Word association meme thing-y
Leave a comment saying "FAIL!" and I will give you five words that I associate with you. Then, post about what they mean to you and this in your journal.
Jessie (theywerecones) gave me: Writing, Red, Men, Encouraging, Smart
(I so copy pasted from her journal. D8)
Okay, here goes...
Writing is one of my joys. I write rather often, despite the lack of it on my deviantArt account or even on my journal. More often than not, it's been because I've been writing fanfiction. It helps with my writing blocks on my actual novels because I can play with situations in someone else's sandbox instead of my own. I'm also using fanfiction to continue my education about writing. But I love writing. I carry 4 different spirals with my writing/notes all the time. I need to do it more often, or at least edit my old work and post it. I have spirals of it everywhere at home. I'd like to be published one day. Maybe. Maybe.
Red is my identifier and my hair color. I've spent my entire life being recognized as "the girl with long red hair". When I was younger, I hated it because I was teased for my odd hair color. Now it's about the coolest thing ever -- besides the whole (sun + skin) x time = lobster issue. The great thing about it is that in the summer, since I'm outside a lot the top layer of my hair gets sun-bleached and all of my natural highlights come out. I love when people ask me who dyes my hair because I get to say, "genetics and the sun".
Men I like them. Sexually, aesthetically, platonically. I like them. I could go on and on about them and how comfortable I am with them. But I'll keep this one short. Though, anyone who knows me knows I really like men.
Encouraging is an interesting one to write about. If you are one of the select friends out of the people I know, you know that I will love and support you no matter what. I don't judge either. To be frank, I don't have a lot of patience for people and their stupidity. But I know a handful or two of people that I care about deeply. These people have touched me in some way and I just can't bear to see them sad/hurt/depressed. Those I'll encourage and support until there's nothing left in me, to a fault some times. That's the kind of person I am.
Smart is going to make me sound like an arrogant ass. I'm smart, I know that. Hell, I can even be called brilliant at times. But I can't take all the credit. I'd like to blame my parents, my grandparents, Uncle Rodney, my preschool and early elementary teachers, Storyteller Silver Cloud, all of my english teachers from 5th grade upwards, my 9th grade biology teacher, my 10th grade chem teacher, and a large handful of adults I grew up around. Without them I wouldn't know half the stuff I know today. Because of them being passionate about what they did made me want to learn what they knew. So I know how to turn a breeched calf in the womb. I can sew up most cuts and provide basic triage. I love to read and write. I can hold my own in a fight. I can cook, clean, sew and hunt/fish. I dance. I can recognize different flowers. I know how to eat properly at a fine dining establishment. The list goes on. I wouldn't be as smart if they weren't in my life. Thanks to them I like to learn and hopefully will be considered smart for a while yet.
Jessie (theywerecones) gave me: Writing, Red, Men, Encouraging, Smart
(I so copy pasted from her journal. D8)
Okay, here goes...
Writing is one of my joys. I write rather often, despite the lack of it on my deviantArt account or even on my journal. More often than not, it's been because I've been writing fanfiction. It helps with my writing blocks on my actual novels because I can play with situations in someone else's sandbox instead of my own. I'm also using fanfiction to continue my education about writing. But I love writing. I carry 4 different spirals with my writing/notes all the time. I need to do it more often, or at least edit my old work and post it. I have spirals of it everywhere at home. I'd like to be published one day. Maybe. Maybe.
Red is my identifier and my hair color. I've spent my entire life being recognized as "the girl with long red hair". When I was younger, I hated it because I was teased for my odd hair color. Now it's about the coolest thing ever -- besides the whole (sun + skin) x time = lobster issue. The great thing about it is that in the summer, since I'm outside a lot the top layer of my hair gets sun-bleached and all of my natural highlights come out. I love when people ask me who dyes my hair because I get to say, "genetics and the sun".
Men I like them. Sexually, aesthetically, platonically. I like them. I could go on and on about them and how comfortable I am with them. But I'll keep this one short. Though, anyone who knows me knows I really like men.
Encouraging is an interesting one to write about. If you are one of the select friends out of the people I know, you know that I will love and support you no matter what. I don't judge either. To be frank, I don't have a lot of patience for people and their stupidity. But I know a handful or two of people that I care about deeply. These people have touched me in some way and I just can't bear to see them sad/hurt/depressed. Those I'll encourage and support until there's nothing left in me, to a fault some times. That's the kind of person I am.
Smart is going to make me sound like an arrogant ass. I'm smart, I know that. Hell, I can even be called brilliant at times. But I can't take all the credit. I'd like to blame my parents, my grandparents, Uncle Rodney, my preschool and early elementary teachers, Storyteller Silver Cloud, all of my english teachers from 5th grade upwards, my 9th grade biology teacher, my 10th grade chem teacher, and a large handful of adults I grew up around. Without them I wouldn't know half the stuff I know today. Because of them being passionate about what they did made me want to learn what they knew. So I know how to turn a breeched calf in the womb. I can sew up most cuts and provide basic triage. I love to read and write. I can hold my own in a fight. I can cook, clean, sew and hunt/fish. I dance. I can recognize different flowers. I know how to eat properly at a fine dining establishment. The list goes on. I wouldn't be as smart if they weren't in my life. Thanks to them I like to learn and hopefully will be considered smart for a while yet.