My name is Molly. I could leave it there. I know what I mean by that. I'm simply me. Average height, alien-esque features, pale, spindly, long fingers, dark hair. Proper bookworm, loves to write anything that can be written except for forced stuff, huge Morrissey-lover, animals in my heart (except for most insects who makes me wanna die at the sight of them, even in pictures), big city-girl.
Most people call me Molly, but my birth name is Malin and some say Molls, Marlin (like the fish) or Malla (hate that). My middle name is Agnes Cecilia, mighty cool and eerie book/TV-series from the late 80's. I dig that. And hey, Molly Agnes Cecilia. Everyone can pronounce that, no mater what country. Much better than Malin/Maaah-lin or Marlin. I remember even Marley and Mory crept in at Starbucks somewhere once or twice.
I am not a show-off but I love words and general knowledge. So don't get me started. Actually sometimes do...Swedes...it's not a space between words! It all in one word. You're not speaking English! And don't even get me started on Native American History, the Civil Rights-movement and other historical topics. I like to study, I love learning knew things. Have a debate/discussion with me. Please!
A human brain can hold about 4000 memories, including people, (add/detract depending on the person) and my brain seems to have an endless capacity for useless information. Well, and very useful stuff too of course.
I like to not judge people but sometimes it happens. I usually check myself after doing it though and usually come to the conclusion that it's not my thing and that people are different.
I have always hated my former home town, but i have realized that wherever you go, someone wants to get away from *there*, wherever *there* is. Still my hate remains.
My best memory every puts me in two stances.' Ever' is such a big word, but 'so far' (much better to me) was one of my many trips and meeting the Manic Street Preachers in Brixton (two nights in a row), getting the set list in Copenhagen from James (omg), and seeing Mozza live several times (Morrissey's shirt always gets riped to pieces at every concert and I never get one...yet. People better watch out for my elbows next time. heh.). However, best as in then, not in what's coming up. Something better might be around the corner. Getting a CAE Cambridge grade A was pretty amazing too though. Can't you see how well I am using it?! :P
So who's Molly? When I look in he mirror I scare myself, check myself, wonder about myself...how different my looks are from my inside...and then do nothing about it. This Molly don't care that much. Curse out my looks if you want to, but don't attack what I've learnt.
*thank you for making my entry number 3 on 'best presentation' Nylon!
Most people call me Molly, but my birth name is Malin and some say Molls, Marlin (like the fish) or Malla (hate that). My middle name is Agnes Cecilia, mighty cool and eerie book/TV-series from the late 80's. I dig that. And hey, Molly Agnes Cecilia. Everyone can pronounce that, no mater what country. Much better than Malin/Maaah-lin or Marlin. I remember even Marley and Mory crept in at Starbucks somewhere once or twice.
I am not a show-off but I love words and general knowledge. So don't get me started. Actually sometimes do...Swedes...it's not a space between words! It all in one word. You're not speaking English! And don't even get me started on Native American History, the Civil Rights-movement and other historical topics. I like to study, I love learning knew things. Have a debate/discussion with me. Please!
A human brain can hold about 4000 memories, including people, (add/detract depending on the person) and my brain seems to have an endless capacity for useless information. Well, and very useful stuff too of course.
I like to not judge people but sometimes it happens. I usually check myself after doing it though and usually come to the conclusion that it's not my thing and that people are different.
I have always hated my former home town, but i have realized that wherever you go, someone wants to get away from *there*, wherever *there* is. Still my hate remains.
My best memory every puts me in two stances.' Ever' is such a big word, but 'so far' (much better to me) was one of my many trips and meeting the Manic Street Preachers in Brixton (two nights in a row), getting the set list in Copenhagen from James (omg), and seeing Mozza live several times (Morrissey's shirt always gets riped to pieces at every concert and I never get one...yet. People better watch out for my elbows next time. heh.). However, best as in then, not in what's coming up. Something better might be around the corner. Getting a CAE Cambridge grade A was pretty amazing too though. Can't you see how well I am using it?! :P
So who's Molly? When I look in he mirror I scare myself, check myself, wonder about myself...how different my looks are from my inside...and then do nothing about it. This Molly don't care that much. Curse out my looks if you want to, but don't attack what I've learnt.
*thank you for making my entry number 3 on 'best presentation' Nylon!
