Pleased to make your acquaintance, my name (and yours would be?) is Liana. It’s a semi-parasitic tropical vine that can hold trees together and shield them from storms, but can cause catastrophic damage if one it clings to falls. For if one does, they all go down. Liana is not a taxonomic name, but rather a description that plants acquire if they grow a certain, convoluted way. My mother named me this, thinking it meant “gift from God.” I think the truth is far more fitting.
From San Francisco and nearby areas, and currently residing in the spider-ridden brush of southeast Portland at Reed College. As ‘Kelly M.’ on Yelp writes, it’s “a good hard school where weird kids study hard in a bubble-like environment.” Yes. It’s also where I’ve mostly lost my residual strands of the OCD that plagued my childhood. As an art student and a freshman, I have no right to complain about the workload yet; truthfully, intellectual superiority being right up my alley, I wish I had more academic things to do.
The background of the phone I do not understand how to use is a photo from a bulletin board in commons with two signs on it: 1) SLUT (walk discussion in the women’s center), 2) TEA (club gives out free shit sometimes). Puns and things make me happy. I feel like this is also a little telling. Welp.
