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"you know... I go to art school and I do a lot of work. I like to read. I like going out and getting wasted with my friends..."
More about Isabelle
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Schools (Other):
sarah lawrence college, the glasgow school of art, the school of visual arts
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College/University:
School of Visual Arts, Attended 2006 - Present, Class of 2008, Bachelor's Degree, graphic design
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Occupation:
Student/ professional clam breeder
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Hobbies and Interests:
cheese, sarah lawrence college, origami, making first-rate corduroy evening wear, sleeping, binge drinking, perfecting the hangover, roadkill, samuel delaney, wallpaper*, nylon, art
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Favorite Books:
Dhalgren, Great Gatsby, Fountainhead, Confessions of a Crap Artist, Chronicles of Narnia, le Petit Prince
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Favorite Movies:
Waynes World 1&2, This is Spinal Tap, Fight Club, Run Lola Run, Waking Life
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Favorite Music:
led zeppelin, classic rock, postal service, jeff buckley, tegan and sara, ill-known yet good french rock, belle&sebastian, RHCP, interpol, le tigre, neil young, j-5, lauryn hill
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Favorite TV Shows:
Simpsons, Saved by the Bell, Beverly Hills 90210, Freaks and Geeks ( why cancelled???) that 70's show, Golden Girls (allll about Sophia) shark week!, Real Life: on MTV ( recognize, sucka! i know you watch it)
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Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
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About Me:
you know... I go to art school and I do a lot of work. I like to read. I like going out and getting wasted with my friends and then eating pizza on the way home. The usual. I want a dachshund when I graduate. I think tattoos are stupid but I want to get some more. I keep three sketchbooks at a time. I miss watching tv. Seriously you've heard this all before.
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Who I Want to Meet:
My parents when they were my age.
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isabelle. i was at the mansell house party,
walking into the foyer, lit by red lights, the
walls plastered from top to bottom with
pages torn from porn magazines. people
were crammed into every room, and the
hallways were chaotic with people
screaming and chugging Popov. naturally, i
was overwhelmed. suddenly, i saw isabelle
- and she was screaming something
unintelligible, with her ultra hiply dressed
arm overhead in the rock on sign, and i was
like "this is almost too much to handle." i
realized, isabelle is seriously one cool ass
dope motherfucker.
p.s. yes, we ought to re-build the institution
that was Forties Night!
horde of rabid, armed-to-the-teeth
barbarians leering at me from a cliff
face. The sight of her makes me want
to fall on my face in a shower of
tears and beg YHWH for forgiveness.
Maybe we'd be friends if I wasn't so
fucking terrified of the girl.