oh livejournal, thou art a graveyard of former selves.
whether or not it turns out to be true, i am calling this post the final one, the bookend entry at the end of a 1,2,3,4,5...6 YEAR affair. i should probably have waited until may to do this--it would have been so much more symbolic. but alas...
my name is chelsea burdette whitton. i am 21 years old. i am five feet and seven inches tall. i weigh 129 lbs. in the last six years i have lost one piercing, three bad haircuts, countless articles of clothing, two unhealthy relationships, several old friendships and one brother. in the last six years i have gained one cat, three new scars, countless new books/records/articles of clothing, several new friendships and one boyfriend of over a year. i have attended two universities and have had exactly five paying jobs at different points in the the last six years. i have had nine poems published in local journals since i've been in college. if all goes according to plan, my graduating gpa will be at least a 3.5. i have lost one ill-advised obsession with henry miller / anais nin and have gained serious appreciations for the following writers: f. scott fitzgerald, joan didion, vladimir nabokov, thomas wolfe and ernest hemingway. i no longer drink beer and have acquired a taste for whiskey, in general, and bourbon, in particular. i have maintained an addiction to cigarettes but have gained a degree of self-loathing about said addiction. i no longer, nor will ever again have any sort of appreciation for ska, pop-punk, metal or hardcore music. i am, more or less, financially independent at the present moment but have no delusions about remaining so for very long. i have short term plans to move to brooklyn with my boyfriend at the end of the summer, and long term plans to achieve state residency and attend graduate school somewhere in new york state. i have made countless mistakes, large and small, over the course of the last six years, but am still optimistic enough to believe that i have learned/ am still learning from most of them. i am still clumsy, neurotic, defensive and narcissistic. i have, however, cultivated a distinctly "me" kind of resilience in the face of adversity. i am definitely older, probably a little wiser, but certainly certainly less cynical about what life holds for me. this is my snapshot-- probably the last one i'll ever take in this medium-- a self-portrait at age 21.