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“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements-the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life-weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of the stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget God. The stars died so that you could be here today.” -Lawrence Krauss (A Universe From Nothing)

My URL was conflicting. The one before that from centuries ago was themiddleboundary.

Let me just start off with this: do you want the short version or the long version? If you want the short version, go to my FAQ. If not, then keep reading.

Hey, I’m Anh. Pronounced “ayn” or “ain” for those of you who aren’t Vietnamese. Lovely to meet you.

I like to think that the atoms in our bodies were once part of the same helium-and-hydrogen burning stars up in the sky. Guess you can say that we’re part of the universe.

I admire people who strive to bring originality and creativity to the world and loners and dreamers and some romantics. I can’t stand to be the same as everyone else.

Obviously, I love Coldplay. They’re my current favorite band. I love the song The Scientist.

I wish I could tell you who I really am, but I can’t, because I don’t have any fucking idea.

I’m 14 years old, as of February 22, in New York, and in my freshman year at high school. I am a girl, even though my name doesn’t sound like it-hey, I don’t like it either. When I grow up, I want to estrange myself from my family, never look back, and change my name. Then I will travel around the world and try to find what the meaning of the universe is.

I’m a bit obsessed with astrology and a Piscean am I. I’m also obsessed with minerals, film cameras, art supplies, and anything celestial. My favorite books are The Perks of Being a Wallflower and Looking for Alaska. But you didn’t care anyways.

Conflicting:

  1. Be incompatible or at variance; clash.
  2. Having or showing confused and mutually inconsistent feelings.

I, myself, in terms of my personality and basically, just who I am, am a very conflicting person. I’m shy, quiet, afraid to say what I really want to say, distant from life, soft-spoken and sugar coated, cold and dark. I’m loud, bursting with laughter, honest to the point of bluntness, sarcastic and sassy, energetic, full of life, never knowing when to take a clue, taking charge of everything. I’m dreamy, romantic, imaginative (well, way too imaginative to the point of pervertedness), full of ideas, artistic, whimsical, wanting to explore in the woods and unknown places, adventurous. I’m scientific, a perfectionist, doing everything to the finest detail, a workaholic (and at the same time, a lazy bum and incredibly messy), always analyzing everything, and according to a lot of people, really smart. I’m ignorant and naive. I’m wise beyond my years. But you’d never know…

Only picture of me: http://16scientists.tumblr.com/post/5840637387

I talk about my life in my personal posts here-this is my blog, so deal with it or unfollow. Also, if you need someone to just listen, I’m here. I can’t promise you that I’ll “be there” for you in life or that I’ll know exactly what you’re going through because this is over the Internet-living takes place out in the world, and I may not have gone through the same things as you have, but I’ll be here to listen and possibly give crappy advice. I don’t bite, but I may use excessive sarcasm.

If you go to my school AND I DON’T LIKE YOU (this applies to most of you), check out this page and make sure you click “Yes”.