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Meet Chris...

• ...a huge Lord of the Rings fan. You have no idea. And if you have no idea, you want to keep things that way.
  
• ...an obsessed student journalist.
  
• ...a semi-obsessed student filmmaker.
  
• ...who is semi-obsessed with grammar, languages, linguistics, philology, diction, and other nerdy wordy things.
  
• ...who is also obsessive-compulsive.
  
• ...who likes to lie on her bed and think about life. And the world. And some other things.
  
• ...who is gnorky and proud of it. (Geek + nerd + dork = gnork. Only a true gnork would create a combination of the three.)
  
• ...an INTJ/INTP.
  
• ...whose life is full of academic drama, Review drama, computer drama, family drama, and miscellaneous drama.
  
• ...a lover of chocolate cheesecake. And horses. And rainy days (not to be confused with H-U-R-R-I-C-A-N-E-S). (The question is: do they love her in return?)
  
• The End.

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For before you I saw a path,
Not of blood, and not of tears,
But of gold and glory.
Through valour, through love,
To the Lord who waits you will come.

- excerpt from a poem written by a friend (it was a poem written for me = I'm so special = maybe)

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"Can't she see what's going to happen?" Calvin asked.

"Oh, not in this kind of thing." Mrs. Whatsit sounded surprised at his question. "If we knew ahead of time what was going to happen, we'd - we'd be like the people on Camazotz, with no lives of our own, with everything all planned and done for us. How can I explain it to you? Oh, I know. In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet."

"Yes, yes," Calvin said impatiently. "What's that got to do with the Happy Medium?"

"Kindly pay me the courtesy of listening to me." Mrs. Whatsit's voice ws stern, and for a moment Calvin stopped pawing the ground like a nervous colt. "It is a very strict form of poetry, is it not?"

"Yes."

"There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That's a very strict rhythm or meter, yes?"

"Yes." Calvin nodded.

"And each line has to end with a rigid rhyme pattern. And if the poet does not do it exactly this way, it is not a sonnet, is it?"

"No."

"But within this strict form the poet has complete freedom to say whatever he wants, doesn't he?"

"Yes." Calvin nodded again.

"So," Mrs. Whatsit said.

"So what?"

"Oh, do not be stupid, boy!" Mrs. Whatsit scolded. "You know perfectly well what I am driving at!"

"You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it?"

"Yes," Mrs. Whatsit said. "You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you."

- Madeleine L'Engle (A Wrinkle in Time)

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Credit for all three current icons goes to: eowyn2995 (me)

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I've moved to le_chris. For your reference, le_chris's interests are exactly the same as mine (we're the same person, duh).