Some kind of introduction- copied and pasted from the introduction I wrote for my online film class
Hello. Not very original is it? I am Kelsey but I think for the purpose of this online journal I will choose to go by my Chinese name, Mei.
I am the girl wearing aviator goggles. I'm terrible at introductions, but I suppose I'm not the first person who has said that. I write, poetry, stories. The longest thing I ever wrote was an odious 753 page, single spaced, "novel" if you could even call it that. I've never read through the whole thing, and it lies scattered, broken up into 13, maybe 14 documents on several different USB keys and in 3 printed out parts hidden in some of my favorite places. I love books, the smell of them, the way they feel under my fingers as I stroke the bindings, and the crisp or softened pages depending on how well read they are. My favorite book is The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov because it's so odd, and funny, and it has this crazy black cat who walks upright, and speaks witticisms and scorn for the poor saps who get their lives ruined over the course of the novel. What else to say about myself? I guess I might as well say that I am the girl who weirds you out, appears anti-social, creepy, and reserved. Boring even? I can't deny any of those things because honestly I am the kind of girl who sticks to herself, her books, and her piles of dvds, and doesn't, how do you say it, "get out much". Oh, woe is me. Look! There's another person who thinks I'm strange and humdrum. Hm. That's okay though. I've grown up pretty much alone. Wait. What? You're the stereotypical... loner? Bad news right? We're gonna stay away from that one. *Ignore.*
Story of my life. Anyway, what else can I add? Since this is a film class I suppose I can mention that I love movies like a lot of people. Especially foreign ones, japanese and french specifically. Though there are two italian films, Life is beautiful (Something else in italian obviously), and Allegro non troppo that I really enjoyed. I like comedies, period pieces, early twentieth century horror films (I love 1931 dracula with Bela Lugosi), epics (My favorite one of recent is Akira Kurosawa's Ran but Seven Samurai and the Lord of the rings films are good too), tawdry sci-fi disaster movies, psychological thrillers, and generally just movies with scenes that make me laugh (e.g. the singin' in the rain scene in A Clockwork Orange).
I'm half chinese, and a quarter swedish. The rest of the equation is kind of a mystery.
I once had a therapist tell me that I seemed to have a gentle soul. This is a common misconception and I happily corrected him in a stern voice saying, "No Sir. I am as fiery as the next young tempestuous, and abrasively sardonic virago. If my soul needs to have a word pasted across it like a reused soup can label then that word would be, misunderstood.' No. I did not actually say those words but how I wanted to. I seem to have written a lot. I know I should probably stop, but as most likely I won't be talking to any of you in person in the future, I think I will continue. At least long enough to say a couple more things.
I am the girl wearing aviator goggles or a top hat with fishnets, neon socks, plaid skirts, and a t-shirt that states that I am an alien. Yeah, my attire of choice isn't really that important a thing to tell about myself, but I figure I might as well let you know what you'll be seeing. Do people often prefer to be prepared, or do they favor surprises, and the unknown? Fine. I'll stop writing now. I've probably bored into a comatose state whatever poor individual is still reading this offal. I offer my apologies, and hope you're not too creeped out by my meanderings.
I am the girl wearing aviator goggles. I'm terrible at introductions, but I suppose I'm not the first person who has said that. I write, poetry, stories. The longest thing I ever wrote was an odious 753 page, single spaced, "novel" if you could even call it that. I've never read through the whole thing, and it lies scattered, broken up into 13, maybe 14 documents on several different USB keys and in 3 printed out parts hidden in some of my favorite places. I love books, the smell of them, the way they feel under my fingers as I stroke the bindings, and the crisp or softened pages depending on how well read they are. My favorite book is The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov because it's so odd, and funny, and it has this crazy black cat who walks upright, and speaks witticisms and scorn for the poor saps who get their lives ruined over the course of the novel. What else to say about myself? I guess I might as well say that I am the girl who weirds you out, appears anti-social, creepy, and reserved. Boring even? I can't deny any of those things because honestly I am the kind of girl who sticks to herself, her books, and her piles of dvds, and doesn't, how do you say it, "get out much". Oh, woe is me. Look! There's another person who thinks I'm strange and humdrum. Hm. That's okay though. I've grown up pretty much alone. Wait. What? You're the stereotypical... loner? Bad news right? We're gonna stay away from that one. *Ignore.*
Story of my life. Anyway, what else can I add? Since this is a film class I suppose I can mention that I love movies like a lot of people. Especially foreign ones, japanese and french specifically. Though there are two italian films, Life is beautiful (Something else in italian obviously), and Allegro non troppo that I really enjoyed. I like comedies, period pieces, early twentieth century horror films (I love 1931 dracula with Bela Lugosi), epics (My favorite one of recent is Akira Kurosawa's Ran but Seven Samurai and the Lord of the rings films are good too), tawdry sci-fi disaster movies, psychological thrillers, and generally just movies with scenes that make me laugh (e.g. the singin' in the rain scene in A Clockwork Orange).
I'm half chinese, and a quarter swedish. The rest of the equation is kind of a mystery.
I once had a therapist tell me that I seemed to have a gentle soul. This is a common misconception and I happily corrected him in a stern voice saying, "No Sir. I am as fiery as the next young tempestuous, and abrasively sardonic virago. If my soul needs to have a word pasted across it like a reused soup can label then that word would be, misunderstood.' No. I did not actually say those words but how I wanted to. I seem to have written a lot. I know I should probably stop, but as most likely I won't be talking to any of you in person in the future, I think I will continue. At least long enough to say a couple more things.
I am the girl wearing aviator goggles or a top hat with fishnets, neon socks, plaid skirts, and a t-shirt that states that I am an alien. Yeah, my attire of choice isn't really that important a thing to tell about myself, but I figure I might as well let you know what you'll be seeing. Do people often prefer to be prepared, or do they favor surprises, and the unknown? Fine. I'll stop writing now. I've probably bored into a comatose state whatever poor individual is still reading this offal. I offer my apologies, and hope you're not too creeped out by my meanderings.