"I write to understand as much as to be understood. --Elie Wiesel" I'm often asked if I've "taken [my] meds today." Those would be the lovely ADHD meds, of course. I half don't like them, really. They stunt me. I don't enjoy food as much while I'm on them, and food is one of my greatest pleasures in life. I do tend to be more focused on the meds, though. And focus can be good. Things that distract me: people walking in a nearby hallway people having interesting conversations nearby people speaking so quietly I can just make it out if I give it my full attention people having fun people waving their hands while they speak to me the Internet (including but not limited to Tumblr this little website here Facebook Words With Friends Grooveshark Tumblr.) my own thoughts Do you suppose the beauty of our art is limited by the range of sounds we can hear or the range of colours we can see? Or are we limited only by the scope of our own thoughts? ... Wait a second, wait a second. I digress. also music, sometimes movies Dexter trying to recall what I've forgotten and, oddly, my hands. My hands are quite fascinating. Yours too, I'd imagine, but it's more difficult for me to gawk at those. I mean, just look at them. What a cool combination of skin and fat and tendon and bone and blood vessels and muscle and whatever else. And they can move with such... dexterity! I mean, it's so fascinating. Everything is fascinating once you look at it... and therein lies my focus problem. Anyway, back at the ranch, my personality is getting impatient. It feels I am neglecting my duties. Perhaps I'm not, though. I think I heard somewhere that it's better to show than tell, when one is writing. Heh heh heh.Describing myself seems ugly to me. I can't put my finger on what it is, exactly. It's something to do with self-consciousness, and something to do with self-satisfaction, and something to do with self-awareness. I never know what to say. Erm, here's how I spend my time: the International Baccalaureate programme rugby talking basketball writing being distracted (see above) making up poetry in my head listening to music reading sleeping A Venn diagram would really be a better representation of the whole thing. Hmmm. Prospective project for procrastination.I'm somewhat unreliable, disorganized, and scatterbrained— I'm working on it, though. I'm also somewhat spontaneous, outspoken, and silly; I am not working on these things.Oh, right. Uhm, my name is Hannah. I am seventeen years old. I live in Canada with my dog. And also my family. And finally, a small note about feedback — I love comments. Love love love them. I think I'd rather a "low" rating, with a comment outlining the rater's thoughts/main points of critique than a "high" rating without any written feedback. Which isn't to say I don't like good ratings, who doesn't? I like comments that say simply "good job" as much as the next chap. But those comments with substance do help one improve.