peace.love.and blue jeans.
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Student |
| Occupation | living and learning and loving |
| Location | New York, NY, United States |
| Introduction | When I was a kid, I used to think that people could live in the clouds. So I would often imagine creating a cloud mansion in the sky with reclining clouds, perfect for reading and sunbathing. And I imagined inviting my friends over for tea to discuss all of the going-ons in the air. But my dreams fell short when I realized that I would have to stay atop that grassy hill and only look upon the clouds with wonderment and never actually experience them. Reality fell quite short of what it could have been. It hasn't ceased to amaze me yet, although the clouds still call my name. And, somedays, I feel my soul is wandering somewhere up there; living in the clouds and singing with the birds. |
| Interests | writing, photography, love, candles, psychedelic research, yoga, curling up on a comfy couch and reading a good book, laughing, dancing, bubble baths, friends, learning |
| Favorite movies | Superbad, Crash, Gone in 60 Seconds, Requiem for a Dream, Bully, Elephant, The Virgin Suicides, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Donnie Darko, The Chumscruber, What Dreams May Come, Road Trip, Blow, Man on Fire, Hostel II, SAW, The Wedding Crashers, Pulp Fiction, 21 Grams, The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy, The Shawshank Redemption, Silence of The Lambs, The Departed, Fight Club, A Beautiful Mind, Se7en, American History X, Reservoir Dogs, Sin City, The Prestige, The Illusionist, White Oleander |
| Favorite music | The White Stripes, Air, Cake, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Bob Marley, Aphrodite & Moloko, Azam Ali, The Beatles, Sublime, A Perfect Circle, Nine Inch Nails, Tool, Pink Floyd |
| Favorite books | Thief of Time, A Wrinkle in Time, Heart of Darkness |
When you hesitate before hitting snooze on your alarm clock, are you being lazy?
Sometimes, but only because I think I am truly tired. Only after I drag myself out of my warm nest of blankets and face the cold floors am I able to convince myself that I am awake and then have no urge to hit the snooze button. But, sometimes my bed pulls me in too deep and my dreams beckon from their otherworldly realm and I can't help but to stay snuggled and live in my head for the morning.