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Sophia is an eighteen year old dreamer, lover, skater, deviant, singer, artist, actress. model, rebel, lazy bum, otaku, frag doll, coffee-addict, pessimist, single-and-pretending-to-be-happy-about-it, overscheduled, undersexed, buys any magazine that says 'healthy body image' on the cover and every two years takes up knitting for...a week.

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Started as a profile update. Spawned into this. Tuesday, July 08, 2008 |

I wish I could tell you that I have normal dreams about walking into my crowded high school naked. I wish I could say that I don't talk to myself and/or inanimate objects out loud, after naming them something catchy like Edward Runnywick. I wish I could tell you that I didn't fall more in love with book/TV characters then I do with real people. I wish I could say that I neither care to read books nor ever consider writing one. And I really, really wish I could tell you that I'm the same as every other regular person on the planet. But I can't.

I dream about adventure, loss, and pain, where everything is adrenaline infused and entirely out to get me [though I somehow remain oddly detached and fearless, maintaining the pretense of urgency while somehow knowing it's all a dream at the same time]. I have never, ever gone to a "crowded" high school, attending instead a tiny, private school that I manage to be entirely too fond of and loathe at the same time.

I talk to myself [and others occasionally] in various accents, and I had a very long friendship with the third bathroom stall in my elementary school's hallway. We used to discuss math, though I never named him. I have also named the parrots on my wall [the lizards remain untitled as of now]. The crazy eyed one: Jasper. The biggest one: Emmet. And the unique, sly blue one: Edward [of course].

I could say that I've been in love before. But that would be lying. The truth is Peter Pan held my heart for a while. So did Alex Rider. And many, many other literary figures filled with snark. But I seem to play it closer to the literary vest now. And am proud to say that Edward Cullen never owned me in the least. Though I think about him sometimes. Just to figure him out.


I broadcast my thoughts via the viral miracle Twitter. I blog here. I frequently visit the Stickam community. In my spare time I work on 1 of the 15 or so book plots I have formulated [in various stages of outlines and written chapters]. And I am proud to say that I have hit the 50,000 word mark twice quite to my own astonishment. [though I have to sadly admit I've never yet finished a novel].

I think it's safe to say I'm not ordinary [mallrat] at all.