On a Sea of Fleur de Lis

Most profiles on LJ (and everywhere) state how much the author hates filling out little boxes labeled "bio" because who really knows exactly what to put in these things? Is there anyone who can distill everything they feel is essential about themselves into a few sentences and not feel vaguely dissatisfied?
But, essentially, let it be known that I am a geek, an INFP, a feminist, an idealist, a cynic, a serial procrastinator and a starry-eyed dreamer. I am a half-Korean, half-Caucasian, Midwestern suburbanite, a former Psychology major turned aspiring Pastry Chef. I recently completed culinary school, and am currently baking cupcakes in Chicago. (For money, even!)
And yes, I do feel vaguely dissatisfied with this description.

This journal is pretty much an online extension of my brain, like cyberpunk in reverse. It's where I rant about That Which Irks Me, record my most vivid dreams, and ramble about absolutely nothing. Stuff about my life gets in there occasionally. It also happens to be something of a historical record, albeit of the most personal and least relevant kind. There is much recorded in the furthest reaches of the archive in which I no longer believe. I keep it around because it reminds me of who I used to be but am no longer, and because the only person likely to read it is, well, me.

This journal is, regrettably, for the moment friends only -- mostly because of my paranoia, and discomfort at the idea of having what can be deeply personal thoughts being read by all and sundry. Having said that, I'm more than happy to add you back if you friend me -- just leave a comment and I'll notice eventually. ^_~ And if you don't like what you see once you've been friended, feel free to de-add, with no hard feelings.

Visual representation of a few of my interests, collected during the two days I was fascinated by fanlistings. Which was a long time and many more interests ago. However, I decided to keep it on my page, inaccurate as it is, because DAMN if making all these teensy little buttons wasn't a lot of hard work.

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"People keep giving me rings -- but I think a small death ray might be more practical."
~Agatha, Girl Genius


She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. ... She had a perpetual sense ... of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
~Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway


"The life which is unexamined is not worth living."
~Socrates


My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I'm feeling for the air; a dim capacity for wings
degrades the dress I wear.
~Emily Dickinson


"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly."
~Neil Gaiman, The Sandman


"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."
~ Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy


"There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, and every single one of them is right!"
~Rudyard Kipling, In The Neolithic Age