Fiery Passion. . . i wish:)

Johnny Depp and I go way back. In fact, I remember the first time we met. Well, I guess you wouldn’t call it a meeting considering that he doesn’t actually know me, but still. It was when I was about nine years old. I know this sounds cliché, but just for the record I liked him before he was super famous. What can I say? I guess I’m just a trend setter. Anyways, this is when I saw my first Johnny Depp movie. It was called Chocolat, and it was not very well-known at the time. It was one of his earlier movies, before he had reached extreme fame-- before Pirates of the Caribbean-- and he plays a gypsy who comes to a small town in France and falls in love with a woman who owns a chocolate shop. The whole situation is frowned upon by the rest of the community and the movie goes on from there trying to resolve the conflict. I remember my mom purchasing this movie and sitting down with me to watch it one night. The first time he stepped on to the screen I nearly fainted. His tall, dark, and handsome looks mixed with his mysterious personality lured me in and absorbed me completely. From then on every time I saw him on the screen my heart picked up speed a little, and then nearly melted. I felt complete knowing that there was someone out there in the world that was that incredibly and absolutely perfect; I felt empty knowing that realistically I would never have the chance to really know him. Even so, I was hooked. Johnny Depp was my first real crush. I was completely ignorant to all of his flaws. Even the qualities that I found disgusting in other people just seemed to make him even more irresistible. I was no longer repulsed by long hair on men because I was too busy being entranced by his dark flowing locks. My whole world was being turned upside down! To this day I am still infatuated with John Christopher Depp II, born June 9th, 1962-- sorry my obsessiveness leaks through at times subconsciously. Just by having a single conversation with me or taking one look at my room, you would be able to guess my obsession. My room contains three posters, eleven pictures, and one life-size cardboard cut-out of him. He is never far from my mind. Johnny Depp led to the start of this intense strand of passion and obsession in my life, and I believe this neurotic quality will battle within me until the day of our wedding. One can always dream.

Description of Myself

Brown and blonde alternate in the hair that falls just to the shoulder-no farther. The wide blue eyes screen the inside of her lids, as if expecting the answer to life to be within her. The fingernails are scratched up and vary -- bitten, unbitten -- as though there is a pattern to the nerves. The back of the left hand is adorned with first a stick-on tattoo then an orange outlining of the fake moon, smiling in sleep. Both wrists are covered in woven bracelets that were taught in elementary school and hair ties in case inspiration strikes. The middle finger of the left hand wears a rusting skull ring, crowned king of the dead. The too-long arms hang the equally long fingers to the middle of the thighs. The torso seems improperly proportioned in comparison to the mile-long legs that are muscled for a long-distance runner. Both legs are covered in scratched-at bug bites, the right adorned with a long scar, the left with a slight indentation from a girl scouts incident. The toenails are covered in black nail polish, almost obsessively. The large toes have long nails, while the others are cut short. The right ankle clutches to two string anklets, woven like the bracelets, made of red, grey, white, yellow, pink, and green. The green anklet is more worn and larger than the red one, as though older. The pinky toe is decorated with a ring on special occasions. The posture is as though the string that should be held taught has been left on vacation. Her body is concealed with a purple tank top and jeans, her comfy clothes that make it out of the house and into school. Her feet are clad in either clunky black shoes or boots. Her face wears a smile, contradicting her macabre clothing.