I suppose I should start with the essentials: name, age, location, barcode, etc. That seems to be the way personal statements are written (which I find quite odd because I can’t think of a more impersonal structure) so here goes nothing. Hana Lorne. 20 years old. Living in Savannah, Georgia, sweating it out more and more every day. Lovely imagery, I know. As for my barcode, that’s TBD but I’ll let you know if I find one.
Moving on from the formalities — I’m not too good at them anyway — here’s the deal:
I’m living in a very large world that has a thousand stories to tell. Maybe it’s yours. Maybe it’s mine. Living, inanimate, past, present, tangible, conceptual — I truly believe that everything, everyone, has a story to tell.
I realize that all sounds very haughty and while I do take the stories to tell seriously, I am here to create things people find interesting and entertaining. So maybe some days I have a serious take on a political idea, but the next day, all I will want to talk about is how I almost went face first down the stairs of my apartment building while trying to lug a queen-sized mattress in a box up three flights. That’s just how I roll.
If I can make you laugh at my anecdotes, consider new ideas with my fringe theories or try new products with my shopaholic reviews, I will be more than happy. If I can alter opinions and open minds to change, I will be more than happy. But most of all, in this world so overly saturated with clamorous noise, if I can make you stop, look and listen, if I can make you hear me, well happy doesn’t even begin to describe that.