My chosen screen name is usually hiphippychick. This is a leftover from high school days when I admired everything about the 60s (namely peasant blouses and hip hugging jeans). I don't consider myself a hippy, and often I get unreasonably upset when someone assumes that I fancy myself a free-lovin' wannabe.
So for this journal of my Asian delite, I decided to seek out a new name. I wanted something succinct that could accurately describe my sentiments toward this country. As I thought and looked up various words in online dictionaries, nothing seemed to quite cut it. Eventually I gave up the dream of brevity and chose two words.
I found these words when I looked up synonyms for "communism." I was drawn to them because they are seemingly antonyms, I would easily describe myself as one and frown on anyone who resembles the other, and they are French. I found the French part merely humorous and another way to link them.
I'm wandering through the garden of ideals because I brought exactly five dvds with me from the states. I've watched them all at least 81 times. I've watched the special features of all of them, some twice. And one of my favorite lines from one of them is from Clueless. I don't care if you judge me, but one of the characters goes on and on about idealism and gardens and taking minds at their most fecund point. It reminds me greatly of many a conversation I had in college, and, thus, humors me.
The spelling mistake is simply because I'm human. Ignore it with the ferocity of a red arm band wearing, goose stepping Chinese soldier in Tienanmen Square or a baguette eating, red wine drinking Frenchmen beneath the Eiffel Tower.
