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I am: me. I am what I am what we are when I’m a group of us. When something that I am comes into play. Together I add a general flavor of being of feeling of seeing, a sense of individuality and all that other trite shit.

I am: myself. Unable to create a carbon copy. Glasses meet writer meet brown hair meet color guard meet pale skin meet choosy insomniac. Friends I have and friends I don’t are part of everything. We come into a trippy metaphysical connection, a spider web of something that is an existence ad maybe I’m making this purposefully babbling for the sake of the incense and the hippy summers and the way I’m wearing a sweater even though it’s august.



I am: I. Sweaters in august. I make sweaters in august awesome. Sweaters in august are awesome. Yesterday I argued that sweaters are the third best thing in the world, after making concessions for spots one and two and rambling rambling about sweaters eventually made my opponent confess that sweaters were in fact fantastic. Fuck, sweaters are fantastic. And sometimes I think I identify as That Girl With Glasses but I’m not I’m that girl with classes who can write and likes old hats and old clothes and weak coffee and is going somewhere and who likes old clothes and old photographs and old things and old movies and musicals about the past.

Ad music. I love music. Ad hominem, different languages. French at the most. I am a girl who spent two weeks in Paris, an American in Pairs! Like the film I’ve never seen. I don’t really watch a lot of movies, in fact some friends of mine would consider it a travesty, the movies I haven’t seen. I am a girl who likes etymology and doesn’t like cheese and in fact is made a little nauseous by it and has three neighbors in the same grade as her but is doing better than them all in terms of education, if not in terms of employment.

I am a girl who is unemployed. I AM A GIRL. I am a girl who has three best friends and several other friends and a boyfriend and seven brothers and sisters and two mothers and one father and aunts and uncles and cousins and a global reach—to Croatie Croatia, in English. I am a girl who loves English.

I am a girl who is going to college. I am a human being who believes that what is right for me is right for me and is not always what is right for others and who am I to tell you how to live your life, just don’t tell me how to live mine. I am independent. I am singular and magical and possibly a wizard. I am someone who reads signs in Spanish in hospitals and airports just to see what I can understand. I am a girl who prefers PCs to Macs but thinks she might be changing her mind.

I am someone who loves her friends but doesn’t want more. I am a girl who loves to learn. I am a girl who, when defining herself, talks mostly about her likes and little about her dislikes. I am a girl who recognizes this and changes direction. I am a girl who doesn’t like being bossed around unless the circumstances are right. I am a girl who doesn’t like…shit, what else do I not like? I do not like science. I love my chemistry teacher. I loved my chemistry class, even though it made my head buzzzzzzzzzz.