you're brand new, and i'm brand new, living now in this place. it's about thirty minutes outside of seattle, washington, and seems okay. the locals are a little skittish, but i'm sure they'll warm up to me the longer that i'm here.
in being brand new, i suppose it's only fair to start of with a description of myself, so here it goes:
my full, legal name is alexandra anne morlown. i go by alex, chiefly. my heritage is pretty mixed, but my dad is of british and czech blood, and my mother of french and polish blood. so basically, i'm as damn european as they get.
i'm one of two children, but i'm the only biological child. when i was about five, my parents adopted a girl named melanie. she's pretty cool, for a little sister. although lately she's been a pain in the a**, but i was too at that age, so whatever.
apparently, i've been mistaken as a gay guy before, because of my semi-short hair and lack of explosive boobs. i've also been mistaken as a butch lesbian before. i'm not either of these. i'm a perfectly average, run of the mill queer kid. i don't want to label myself in any other way, because some day some one may come around and change it.
i like tattoos. it's easy enough. i have a full sleeve on my right arm, of fireworks and lightning bugs and just things that mean a lot for me from my life. i have a star and a moon on the inside of my wrist, that represents me and mel. i have some other ones, too, maybe i'll write about them some other time.
let's see, what else to talk about? school, let's talk about school. i go to anlin city school of arts. it's low key, but one of the best in the nation. i kind of want to get into advertising art, but i'm scared that i'll become a sellout.
don't get me wrong, there's nothing bad about making money with something you love. but if you let them change you, change your style, well... then you're just bowing down to the great machine that wants to rip us all to shreds.
i guess this is enough for tonight. i'm going to finish this cigarette and then off to bed with me.
the uninspired diary of alexandra anne morlown
stories of a nineteen year old art student living on her own in a strange town. what the hell could go wrong?