Katelyn

I'm... well let us just say it, I'm odd. Happily, blissfully odd. I painted my room in blue boxes with orange outlining them, I organize my numerous books by size, I talk to my paintbrushes, and I curse at charcoal. In all of this I merely exist. I have no 'big' dreams, I am perfectly content to live a peaceful life, traveling often, owning that bookstore in Scotland that I've always wanted.

I'm sure I'll meet plenty more odd poeple at art school when I go. But until then I'm happy to throw myself in with my lot, a bunch of quirky, semi-normal people ranging from my art teacher to my english teacher who once described a paperweight as 'having real heft, this thing could seriously kill someone'- oh yeah, she's awesome.

I am far from what the word writer entails, but I like to dabble, usually my attention is lost fairly quickly. Hence the numerous unfinished stories I have lying around.

I can't remember numbers- dates, math, birthdays, phone numbers and such. I can remember the first botanical garden was in Italy, the spring form watch and the pocket watch were invented in the same year, and putting sea salt on your ice cream can make for an interesting, possibly enjoyable, taste.

I think wars started over religion are ridiculous, and that there are just some things one won't know till he or she shoots up daises.

If I could learn how to fly, as in levitate, I'd never need to know another thing in my entire life, but as that's not happening anytime soon, I'll stick with constantly seeking knowledge... when I'm not lazy.