More Than You Ever Wanted to Know About Me

Me: Elucreh Adireuq Hallulat. Karine R. Quibelle. Anita K. Trauts.

I have too many aliases. I have too many favorites. And Ady says I have too many obsessions. She�s probably right.

Anyway�what�s me? Lesse now: books. �What I read defines who I am, after all.� I read aloud well when I can control my speed, but the problem is I read so fast that most of the time my mouth can�t keep up with my mouth. I hate sparkly lotion. I like to read in the shower. I sing along when I know things, even though I couldn�t carry a tune in a bucket. I love babies�all babies�even the ones that other people call ugly. The sight of children makes me go mushy inside�yes, I actually coo and squeak. I�m extremely fond of hymns where we declare our joy and encourage each other.

My essential personality is maternal and my most outstanding characteristic is ascerbity, which is a VERY odd mixture. I love Designing Women, The Nanny, the very, very early Boy Meets World (you know�the ones before you could tell which boy they meant) and Rugrats. I hate all shows in which all people are divided into cliques and develop crushes in which they build shrines and stalk people at the age of nine. I collect lines, quotes, bumper stickers, and T-shirts, and I absolutely ADORE the license plate frame I once saw that said: �My other vehicle is my mind.�

I�m loud and talkative and bubbly and my Calculus class has the same kind of soundtrack as an old-fashioned radio horror show because I like to react to things out loud. Songs get stuck in my head easily and I go mad when I hear/think of a quote and can�t place it. I enjoy dreaming about my friends and the characters in my books (hah! the presumption of me! not to mention the copyright infringement) and usually am totally undisturbed by any and all sudden changes of companionships during said dreams.

I like to read things out loud in my room, and move to the beat of things as I clean my room. I listen to most music, but have a preference for all country save hard and hate hard forms of all music, rock, rap, country, classical, whatever. I have far too many porcelain dolls because my paternal grandmother has not yet grasped that I went through that phase in six months five years ago, and I resent the American Girl company because they claim that you can play with their products, yet charge ridiculous prices for them.

My room is done in cream and various shades of mauve and indigo. I am EXTREMELY fond of my curtains and my castle calendar, and my desk is always too cluttered to work at. I procrastinate more than is healthy and usually manage to come out with a nearly whole hide.

In order to get out of bed on time in the morning, I set the alarm by my bed for 4:20 (all my clocks are fifteen minutes fast) and 5:20 (it has two alarms on it) and the one across the room that I have to get out of bed for for 6:20. I also shower at night to avoid having to deal with my hair before I am fully awake. I wear the bare minimum of makeup I can get away with while still looking like a human being�which means I own six things of eyeshadow that have hardly been used because my mother buys my makeup and is never without it, while I consider it a nonessential to be applied before special Church firesides, dances, dates (no, I haven�t been asked on one, but if I were, I would put on eyeshadow) and interviews.

My essays are full of commas and parentheses and McAllister doesn�t think I can write them. My Calculus tests are full of blank answers and crossed-out attempts at logic.

I am currently at work on two collections of poetry and one of a combination of short prose and poetry. The solely poetry ones are 1) a satirization of high school life, which I need to finish while I�m still involved enough in it to be bitter abt it and 2) a collection abt the very old, the very young, and compare/contrast between them. The third collection is a new idea, which I am very enthused abt. My muse is named Alura (godlike advisor) Cecilia (blind one). My writing self/alter-ego/thing is called Endaira (Ariadne (Oliver (another Christie character)) backward.)

My participation in my Aerobics class is thorough but not enthusiastic, and while I try to make myself eat healthily, I am not noticeably successful at keeping myself strictly Raisin-Bran breakfast when my father refuses to buy Raisin Nut Bran, which is a million times better. And I hate dark chocolate and love potatoes and Monterey Jack and Cheddar. I love Cathy and the older Garfields and all Calvin and Hobbes and most Far Side and will admit to once in a while being highly amused by Dilbert. I love good puns and groan obediently at bad ones.

I hate closed-minded people and agree with whoever it was who said: �I do not agree with what you have to say, but I will fight for your right to say it.� I am incredibly nonathletic and have never really been able to get exactly why we get so enthused over getting balls through hoops and over lines anyway, but will go to a game if I can go with a group of friends and will only be required to occasionally stand up, yell, clap, and point to a scoreboard. If you ask me to do this with you, however, I warn you I won�t usually be aware of my reasons for doing any of this.

I like to spend time in nature, but I do not work in it without purpose, i. e. camp. I like to hike, so long as nobody�s galumphing ahead twelve times faster than I am, and I like sitting there enjoying it, but I hate setting up tents and taking down tents and in the meantime figuring out how to keep my marshmallow hot enough to melt the chocolate.

I�m reasonably intelligent, but unwilling to make academia the bloodless center of my life and am, as aforementioned, a procrastinator, so my grades are not precisely what one might call good. I test fairly well, but am still mad at myself for spending five minutes in my ACTs staring at a problem requiring me to find the midpoint of a line because I couldn�t remember how to do it�and winding up leaving it blank anyway. I should have done better on those. My SATs I was pleased with.

I read too much and recently discovered just how much fun the web is�I�m not sure yet if that�s a good thing or a bad one. I like to crochet and embroider, but never really mastered knitting without a spool. And I love good books on tape�with good narrators.

My kind of weather is damp and fresh and cool, misty, with a hint of a breeze. I love dangly, theatrical earrings. I hug people because three years ago I decided I was sick of being afraid of showing affection (and being affectionate) and sick of not having even my best friends know how much I appreciate having them be part of my life and sick of refusing to admit to how wierd and bizarre and lovable I really am, and having been consciously trying to overcome my natural inhibitions ever since. But I forget not all people are comfortably w/ being casually hugged. I'm trying to work on that. I throw pens at people for similar reasons...

When I think, I pace. A lot. And wave my hands around, explaining things to myself. A lot. And I can only write properly with a keyboard and screen...my in-class essays are a mess. I have lower opinions of my writing than Amy does, but am grateful to her anyway. UMF is my ideal campus and I'm very sorry to have to give it up...and I honestly don't know where I'm going to go. OU really has great classes, so far as I can tell...and they have offered me more money...but they don't have a lit magazine. I'm going to have to talk to somebody abt starting one. USU is smaller, and they have a GREAT lit magazine, and they have one of my best friends in the world, PROBABLY another one, plus several other people I am reasonably fond of. But I can't get hold of their course catalogue and I'm going MAD.

I am a very sarcastic--no, verbally ironic, El, remember your AP English exam--person. I love my brothers and sisters to death and abuse them no more than is necessary to keep them in place. I like exotic threats and my current favorite is: "I will cut off your toes and stuff them down your esophagus (sp? I have a feeling there's an "o" or an "e"in a really wierd place in there somewhere) until it clogs." I swear by the great and extremely evil Zemenar, of PCW's Enchanted Forest books. And by his idiotic and also evil son Antorell, except I just say, "the son of Zemenar", not actually Antorell.

I'm writing a couple of fanfics, one HP with a format that was not my idea, but that I'm proud of using anyway. And one Tamora Pierce's Circle books. I ADORE the years five through seven (that's Harry Potter and the Day of Dreams, Harry Potter and the World of Change, and Harry Potter and the Seer's Prophecy) by Ady, Traitor, by Jeanne, the Slytherin Rising series by J. L. Matthews and HQoW by Arabella, all of which you should read and can be found at fanfiction.net.

I am a compulsory proofreader and revisionist, and I ADORE beta-reading anything and everything. I love to write, but lack the inspiration, and am therefor planning a career in lit rep/publishing. I would like to review books, too, but that would more than likely require me to read books w/ "R" ratings, so I'll pass. I usually only critique plays/movies on writing, but particularly good/bad examples of direction, acting, etc. also catch my attention.

Having run out of things to say for now, I will stop typing.

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