17. Hyderabad, India. girl.
I’m not sure what my sexuality is. More about this later.
I don’t really want that many friends on my f-list. OR... if you don’t mind me not commenting that much (or only commenting out of the blue like after four months or whatever) and changing usernames faster than the speed of light (well no, I seriously promise not to do that anymore).... and if you strike me as the most interesting person in the world and I’ve just got to have you on my friends list... but if when we’re emailing you become obsessed with yourself and take little to no notice of my life (so sue me if I have an ego, I can be pretty selfish sometimes too) and there I am trying to ask you about yours... well that doesn’t sound fair, does it? Heh. Nah I’m not that strict, but I’m trying to be now because I’m sick of cluttered up friends lists and not really many people I can actually connect with. So please, to sum it all up:
- try not to hate me if I don’t comment much
- email me only if you’re actually interested in me as well as yourself and are willing to ask about my life as well as talk about yours
- don’t add me if you want millions of comments and me reading your friends page every single day (there’s only one journal I check every single day, and she’s not even on my friends list... :( .....
- oh yeah. I forgot. Give me a VERY GOOD REASON for why I should add you if you’re male and over 23. I may or may not accept it, though.
- actually, if you say “I added you, add me back?” or “you’re cool, add me?” that just isn’t enough. give me some love, people. Tell me about yourself. I’d love to know who you are... maybe this sounds hypocritical, but it’s only when I start emailing you and you start getting obsessed with ONLY yourself that I get pissed off.
Buuuuut I love penpalling. I have as yet to find the perfect penpal. Maybe she/he doesn’t exist. Ah well, doesn’t mean I can’t try.
Music: Blehblahblehbleebluhblah. Like I give a shit. I can find a good song by practically anyone, except those horrible techno bands that sound like computers farting or some such shit. I don’t need to list out my musical tastes – though I do sometimes anyway – for you to like me. Suffice to say I can probably get high on two particular songs by Linkin Park at the moment. Oh, and I like Ani DiFranco sometimes. Not always though. And Michelle Branch, who I’m ashamed to say I discovered –now-. And all kinds of random stuff, including opera music and old blues and jazz and even some Bollywood stuff (though admittedly I like the more mellow stuff like Veer Zaara) – the love songs. I’m a sucker for romance, so to speak.
Movies I should write an entire paragraph in blufaloof speak for this. Hm. I love lesbian movies like Fucking Amal, Lost and Delirious, Kissing Jessica Stein, Loving Annabelle, Itty Bitty Titty Committee (that one’s like, teh shizzle! .... um, excuse me while I go barf internet speak... but it really is great.) And some random weird stuff that you’d never think I’d like, like Star Wars, the Matrix trilogy and so on. Mmhm mmhm. And chick flicks! Despite their stupidity, I can’t help loving them. What I DON’T like – horrible freakily almost-porn sleazy pathetic movies like Not Another Teen Movie. Strangely enough, I like Cruel Intentions.
TV Shows: Lalalalalala. I love Gossip Girl. So sue me. And Freaks and Geeks!!! Oh my fucking god. I love that show. And... mm I just recently started renting/downloading TV shows, so not much of anything else. I hate actually watching TV because of all the commercials.
Artists: Frida Kahlo, Georgia O’Keeffe, random artists on deviantart.com, almost nothing from the contemporary Indian art scene.... mm... can’t really remember names off the top of my head...
Books/Authors: Pages for You by Sylvia Brownrigg, Harry Potter, Empress of the World by Sara Ryan, Love Lessons and Vicky Angel by Jacqueline Wilson, loads of coming-of-age teen novels, Better than Running at Night by someone can’t remember the name, The Last of Her Kind by Sigrid Nunez, Anywhere But Here by Mona Simpson (did I get that right? it sounds wrong...), The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy... ehh bleeblahbloobleeblehblahblay.
Games/Sports/Anime/Manga: There’s a reason why I grouped this stuff together. Prejudice, bad experiences, whatever it is... I FUCKING LOATHE THESE THINGS. However, if you like them, I don’t have a problem. You can try to convince me to like them. Just please talk about a few other things as well.
I may be intolerant of many things, but I also have a surprisingly open mind. I’m pretty much an oxymoron, a paradox, a walking contradiction, whatever the hell you call it. I swear and blasphemize when I can... or when I’m angry. On the net I do it sometimes. Hm.
I hate people who cybersex with strangers. Or who basically are pedophiles or whatever looking for sex on the internet. Ugh. So lame. So sick.
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