: About Me

The name's Heather. I prefer to be addressed online as MT or Muted, though. I'm a nerdy pansexual student in my late twenties. Recently admitted to graduate school in Lund, Sweden. I'm from the Midwest originally, about 3 hours southwest of Chicago.

I adore storm chasing and the Latin language. Sadly, I've done nothing with either of them for a very long time now (not that I was ever expert level at either) and am completely useless at both.

I love languages and all the nerdy stuff that comes along with them, including linguistics and etymology. I'm currently trying to learn bits and pieces of Swedish, Scots Gaelic, Irish Gaelic, Spanish and Japanese. However, I'm not getting very far due to my lack of intelligence. lol

I also adore films, mainly foreign and indie. Not a huge blockbusters person, although I adore Zoolander and consider it one of the best movies of all time. Not sure what that says about me, but then again I'm not an ambi-turner.

I dig music of basically any genre, except for really screamy death metal because that? Hurts the ears, which are already lacking in the hearing department, thanks.

I like TV. The good kind. However, I am a very out and proud Seinfeld rerun addict, and I don't care who knows it. I also like The L Word, mostly because I think girls are neat and a show about dykes is nice, no matter how ridiculously insane it may be.

I have an addiction to silk-screened t shirts. I would wear them to each and every occasion in my life if I could get away with it.

I'm a bookworm. Totally and completely. My favorite novel is and will probably be The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas.

I'm a bit of a self-proclaimed grammar Nazi, although my typing skills give evidence to the contrary most of the time.

My passion is ...

writing and language

I know too much about ...

ancient history and linguistics

My parents always told me ...

to listen

My childhood ambition ...

was to be an author

My favorite memory ...

is graduating high school

Why I write ...

because it's necessary for me to live

Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My great, true, personal garden story

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"Gardens have memories," she told me, her voice shaky and tired from the effects of chemotherapy. I was too young to really understand the rigors of her treatments, but her statement made me wonder if this was going to be one of the days where she seemed to be on a far different planet than the one I inhabited. I was about five years old at this point, but even I knew that there was no way a garden could remember anything. It was simply a piece of land with some seeds that had taken root and produced flowers and vegetables. It had no memory. She must have seen my curious glance over my sho...

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