After much consternation I've decided that it is time for me to throw off the yoke of my previous livejournal account and step boldly and bravely into a new one. Up until now I've been doing a balancing act trying to manage who sees what and what sees who, and I'd really rather not worry about it anymore. So here we are. Or, rather, here I am. I doubt that anyone else is here with me yet.
What thing am I?
Well. I'm a few weeks away from being 22. I'm from Ontario. I'm a fake writer, which means I worked at a local press for a long time, occasionally publish in literary magazines, and have been anthologized in precisely one serious book. I'm finishing up my B.A. in English, and I'm off to grad school next year. Hopefully. I'm obsessed with academics, feminism, gender theory, writers, good music. I like bars, even though I don't go out often. I watch a lot of bad movies. I eat and then stop eating for bouts of time. I'm usually holding a cup of tea or coffee. I'd rather have my nose in a book.
So, if that kind of person interests you, add me.