Stuff About Me

I'm 17.

I'm an aspiring novelist/reviewer/screenwriter.

I have Asperger's Syndrome.

I've suffered from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder since I was five.

I've spent time at a mental hospital.

I have a weight problem. It's more of a pot, really. According to Fabienne in "Pulp Fiction," I'm A-okay.

I am a native Virginian, however, I have a big interest in England, British movies, and the U.K. in general.

I am a little bit obsessed with this film. I watched it when I was fourteen, was majorly disturbed and intrigued by it, and a day doesn't go by when I don't think about it. Since my first viewing (I have watched it about nine times,) I have written several letters to the director, have written multiple reviews, and follow the lead actor, Leo Bill, on Twitter. Am I coming of as slightly pathetic. My counselor surprisedly mention that I have been obsessing over this film for near four years. Yeah, it sounds pretty bad when you put it like that.

I am gradually trying to boost my tolerance to extreme movies.

I really want to watch the "Human Centipede" movies, but my mom would rather throw herself in front of a moving truck than let me watch them. Apparently, obsessive personalities and Human Centipedes don't mix.

I have a speech... thing. It's not as significant as a lisp or a stutter, but I can't pronounce my 'R's very well, so I say my name, Sarah, like 'Sawa.' I also pronouce 'problem' like 'prollum.' I have gone to speech therapy for this, but to no avail.

I used to have a major problem with religion due to my OCD and vulnerability to judgement. I used to stew over what Hell would be like and just how long it would take me to get there. I still have a problem with Religious Conservatives, but I try to accept everyone. However, religion is a topic I'd rather not discuss.

P.S. I have not seen this film. I don't generally like documentaries.

I consider myself 'somewhat Liberal,' much to the chagrin of my aunt. However, I do not judge Conservatives and would be willing to talk about politics to those with civil tongues.

"The Fall" is arguably my top, but certainly not my only, favorite film. It has so much... muchness. Visually, it's a masterpiece.

"The Lovely Bones" is my favorite book, although I feel like something was lost in translation when it was adapted by Peter Jackson. The writing is beautiful. However, I will not read "Lucky" by Alice Sebold all the way through because it is so graphic.

I have a pathological fear of losing my eyes. It lingers in my obsessions, it even haunts my dreams.

P.S. I have not watched this film. I think you may know why...

I remember a lot of my dreams. I can recall and describe at least one dream I had the night before almost every morning. My dreams are psychosexual, abstract, and mostly just plain don't make any sense.

P.S. "Paprika" is better than "Inception," by the way.

I don't like to use 'internet speak,' i.e. LOL, OMG, or ROFL. I don't use those little smiley faces people like either.

P.S. I haven't seen this film, it just seemed appropriate.

I have won several spelling bees. On the last one (which I flunked,) I was distracted by an abrasive fellow Aspergian with a poor sense of body space. He won. TO this very day, I think I could have won had the parents made sure I was harrassment-free.

I have an awful temper, although not the degree that the kid in this had an awful temper (I don't beat people with baseball bats.) Not only that, I never get over certain things that happen to me, even things that might seem fairly minor to other people.

I think Leo Bill is kinda cute. Yeah, I said it. To anyone who's reading this, including my father, let the insults begin.

I have never been pregnant, but one of my teenaged friends has.

My mom's herbal doctor said that I seemed like a very trusting, susceptible person. What the f**k, lady?

Speaking of the F bomb, I tend to curse. A lot. Sometimes I can't stop. My Aunt and Uncle both think I'm a bad influence on their kids.

I am not good with kids. When a child whines, I yell. I'm afraid I'll disappoint my parents if I don't give them grandchildren, but if I reproduce, I'm liable to become 'Mommie Dearest.'

I have never had a boyfriend. No, not even a date. Reading this list, you can probably guess why.

P.S. I've never watched this.

When I was little, I had a crush (my first) on a blonde fellow homeschooler, Emmett. One afternoon, a bully threw food at Emmett's sister and Emmett and Emmett hit the kid in the stomach with a stick. The bully's mom was pissed. Boo f**king hoo, lady. Control your rugrat.