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London, Paris, and Tralfamadore. All in the same trip.
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I actually like artists and songs from all genres, but only if they're done well. I can't stand most pop music because, well, it's not done well. Most of the topic matter is overdone, the music is obnoxious, the lyricism is repetitive and bland, and the artists rely more on appearance and stunts than actual talent.
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Erm, iunno. I guess my metabolism is in pretty good shape. I also eat whatever I want, but I don't eat when I'm not hungry, and during meals, I stop once I'm full. Plus, I jump on the trampoline or run every day.
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Why not? I'm not sure who this is, but text me or message me or something so we can go get some coffee and catch up. :) And I am just fine; how are you?
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Set me up with some radiocarbon dating and we'll see.
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I call people "goose" too much. I also say, "Gehd demmit, Kathleen" quite frequently. I get into habits with different phrases and words all the time.
My current problem is making sounds effects when performing simple activities. I so much as turn a corner and I make a "Shoomp!" noise. -
I have always known that I want to be an artist. When I was really little, I attended a private Christian school and basically anything you wanted to do, you would add "missionary" to it. Fireman missionary, ballerina missionary, etc...well, I was artist missionary who wanted to "spread God's love" in Japan.
Now I'm just...artist. -
Haha, I honestly don't have a favorite person. There are things in everyone that I admire or enjoy.
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Cancer.
Juuust kidding. I had Ensure (yes, I am an old lady) and I'm about to go get after-Christmas waffles at Waffle House with my friendlies. Hurrah! -
I loved the W.I.T.C.H. series, primarily because of the comics inside. I still have the whole series somewhere around here, though I'm pretty sure I would've gotten rid of them if it hadn't been for the comics.
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This is kind of vast, but really anything that promotes body image insecurities and changing women's appearances in unhealthy methods. I saw commercials for a show where potential brides compete to get the "perfect body" and wedding, and each round a girl wins some kind of plastic surgery procedure. I think that's absolutely disgusting and we need to stop shamelessly producing shows that convey that something's wrong with us. Nothing's wrong with us. We're not too big. We're not ugly. We're not undesirable. Back off, television.
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OH GOD. Cookeville, TN. I was there for two seconds and I learned that it's where they send reckless drivers, Charlie Sheen, and Hardees leftovers. I'm pretty sure Osama Bin Laden is hiding there, too.
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My best friend Michaela, but that's only because our humor works in tandem and everyone else finds it to be really creepy or just flat-out nonsensical. We're kind of weird.
Example: One of the first things we accomplished when we arrived at Pratt this summer was making our room as ridiculously weird as possible. We were vying for creepiest suitemates. We taped up a giant map of Brooklyn to the wall with names scribbled at specific locations in Zodiac Killer handwriting, attached an opened umbrella to the center of another wall, and hung up an empty fan box that we called our Lasko deity. We added to this beauty with random pictures or phrases from newspapers and catalogs and eventually filled the room. The first thing our RA said when she saw this spectacle: "Oh...I like umbrellas." -
I would have to say mashed potatoes only because I never get sick of the stuff. And not the shit kind like from KFC! I'm talking fine-crafted, butter-and-salt-early-onset-diabetes-loaded ecstasy.
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The Grudge. Bitch looks just like me.
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Deeeehhhh-ruuuuuk! I miss you too, hon. I need you in MY life! Get your pretty, little self over here.
We should get together and draw pretty things and read each other's horoscopes and be happy.
P.S. I love the video. You are my muse. -
I was never very good at guessing games.
Wait! How many lifelines do I have left? -
There's a multitude of places I would choose, but for this first adventure I'd say we start in Eureka Springs, Arkansas and travel the winding roads of the Ozarks. We would hike through the area, experiencing wildlife but also stopping at interesting locations for self-discovery. We'd eat Two Dumb Dame's fudge atop the 100 ft. observation tower, visit Christ of the Ozarks and ask him for his secrets, and also travel downtown and visit all of the marvelous little hippie shops to make friends and purchase hippie goods. One night we'd even sleep on the haunted grounds of the Crescent Hotel.
In this little backpack of mine I would bring a sketchbook (with drawing utensils, of course), loads of Ensure (it's my holy concoction of survival), silly putty (2 eggs, one for each of us), my DSLR, knives, a flashlight, a thick cardigan, and oodles of Nature Valley bars. My backpack is practically exploding by now, but if it wasn't, I would try to squeeze a boombox in there. Y'know, for parties around the campfire. -
Pumpkin swordfish. It was actually quite delicious! The cheesy mashed potatoes accentuated it nicely.
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Since I'm only a junior, I haven't officially begun applying yet, but I know I'm interested in SCAD, Pratt, MCAD, MICA, CCAD, the AI of Chicago, MassArt, and RISD/Brown's dual program. For liberal arts, I'm thinking Reed, Brown (I'm between individually applying or applying with RISD), Stanford, VCU, Georgetown, George Washington, and Bard. I'm always open to suggestions!
I've already applied to SCAD, but I'm not sure if other schools have this early of an application allowance.
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Moriah’s Bio
Literature: yes. Tabloids: no. Independent mangaka. Japanese-speaker. Drummer/pianist. Amateur photographer. Deltiologist. Feminist. Capricorn. INFP. Writes letters. Lives freely.
