My name is Avery. But you can pretty much call me anything you darn well please. I acquire nicknames the way some sorority girls acquire invitations to BYOB parties. So far, I've been Peanut, Lulubelle, Smiley Girl, Delightful Barnacle, Aves, AE, and Beatnikbelle, to name a few. Call me whatever you like, just keep it comparatively PG, please.
I have this condition that I like to call, I Stopped Giving A Damn About What People Thought Of Me A Long Time Ago. This is a very freeing state. It means that I have no issue whatsoever wearing Converse sneakers with my poodle skirt. It means that I can stand onstage in front of a group of people, including the president of my college, whip out a giant purple vibrator, and brandish it like a weapon without a hint of embarrasment. It means that I can spend an hour hanging out at a Bible study with my Christian girlfriends, then go and meet up with my anti-religion crush so we can go and hear a presentation by a gay ex-stripper. It means that I can go out at two AM and dance in the rain without caring that I look like a fool. And yes, for anyone wondering, I have done all of these things and more.
I used to have a blog called Alien Water Torture. This was my high school blog. You can go read it if you like. You may find it entertaining. I ended it because I needed to move on from high school. I'm a freshman in college and I'm having a bit of trouble with this.
So, my new friends (or old friends, as it may be), here is what you need to know about me and my silly little blog:
* Film, theater, and writing are the most important things in my life. I adore storytelling with every cell of my weird little heart. I dream of the day when I can make proper films, with real actors like Matthew Gray Gubler and Claire Danes, where I can design all the lighting (because directors do that sometimes, you know) and hire my favorite DP and get into film festivals and put my films in theaters. I want so badly to be able to take the scenes and words in my mind and put them on the screen without someone telling me, every step of the way, that my ideas are “bullshit” and that I’m a “walking cliché.” I want to tell the stories that are always battling it out in my mind, fighting to be told… “Write me first!” “No, write ME!” “No, film ME first!” “No, I’m more important, I DESERVE to be filmed first!” (Yes, this IS the way my mind works. Get used to it.)
* I can't choose one "best friend"...I have people who are so close to my heart that it is impossible for me to think of them as anything other than a brother or sister, or in some cases a "spirit twin"...I have people who are solid, dependable, and lovable, who I would trust with my life...I have people for whom I would literally do anything, including but not limited to murder, prostitution, and soul-selling...and to me, the phrase "best friend" just doesn't cover what these people mean to me. So, I may call someone a best friend, or "one of my best friends," but there really is no proper term to describe what my close friends mean to me.
* I am a hopeless romantic. In case it wasn't obvious.
* I am obsessed with the following: A Clockwork Orange, Harry Potter, Cyrano de Bergerac, John Knowles (particularly A Separate Peace and Peace Breaks Out), L.M. Montgomery, Tim Burton, Stanley Kubrick, the Joker, a lot of music you probably haven't heard of (Augustana, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Meg & Dia, Meat Loaf, Todd Rundgren, Justincase, and The Almost, to name a few), RENT, Gus Van Sant, old movies, independent movies, and Laurie Halse Anderson.
* Going off the previous bullet point, I wish to reinforce that I am really, really obsessed with A Clockwork Orange...the book as well as the movie...I will explain this later, lest you think I'm some sort of psychotic insane person...but just don't be surprised to log on and see a post written in Nadsat. I love Nadsat. I wish people actually spoke it. It's one of the most awesome things ever.
* I truly hate journalism.
* I hate smoking. But I love fake cigarettes. They make me smile.
* I love wearing lipstick. Especially red lipstick. It gives me a confidence boost. “A woman can’t do these things without her lipstick,” after all.
* Snow makes me happy. I love the smell. It DOES have a smell, you know—all fresh and clean and pure and wintry. And it tastes lovely, especially in a bowl with lemonade poured over it.
* I laugh easily, and sometimes, this is a problem.
* I cry easily. This is also a problem.
* Autumn is my favorite season.
* I hate shoes. I’m happiest when I’m barefoot.
* I love the rain, especially thundering, pouring kind that comes down in sheets and floods your street and nearly takes you out with a single drop. I will dance in the rain for hours, if left to my own devices.
* I have been in love before, but only once.
* I didn't get a proper kiss until I was nineteen.
* I wear a True Love Waits ring, not because I'm Christian (but I am...more on that later), but because I believe in true love and soul mates, and I want to wait for mine.
* I'm Episcopalian, and damn proud of it.
* I'm a photographer, and will probably post my pictures here whenever I feel like it.
* I love to write, as I mentioned, and will probably post my poetry, lyrics, and short stories here whenever I feel like it.
* I am weird. I have accepted this.
* My childhood was defined by Winnie the Pooh.
* I was homeschooled until I was fifteen, at which point I went to a public high school, then transferred to Interlochen. I'll probably go more in-depth with that later, but for right now, just know that I am currently a freshman at McDaniel College, and I freaking love it here.
* I do like to curse, perhaps a bit too much.
* I quote a lot. Just so you know.
* I am a Hufflepuff through and through. I trust too easily. I get hurt too easily. I love far, far too easily. And I accept this as part of me, and it's one of those things about myself that I think I hate, but wouldn't change for the world.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime. ~Jack Kerouac
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