Hi I'm Annalisa. I'm 21, Italian expat (kinda). I am in a weird stage of my life. I used to make films and Youtube videos, but my last year of university beat the creativity out of me with a stick made of deadlines and stress. However, if you want to see some of the things I made before this psychological assault happened please feel free to look: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtgxfmXTfX-n1kBT9p7zapQ/videos
I love fish, in tanks and in the sea in all their beautiful marine collegues, including Octopi (puses? Octopus?) and squids etc. I like to watch aquascaping videos of people building little landscapes in fishtanks (these being an art naturally monopolized by the Japanese) because it sooths me, and because I want a fish tank super bad. Watching fish swim around has a similar effect to a Valium tablet for me.
i get a little itchy around organised religion. I can't help it.
I love the sci-fi- horror- comedy.
Please excuse my morphing hair. It does that sometimes.
having to re-write this whole profile since I'M NOW A f**kING LAME ASS GRADUATE. I graduated from Salford on July the 16th 2015 after an anti-climatic ceremony, where an imbecile from the music industry was given an honorary degree (that guy from Cortinez? He did a semester of math or psychology or creative writing or whatever the f**k it was, before he clocked on that there was a route of life with contained both more money and s*x then the academic one he was currently on. University just seemed to drain both lile a black hole for me.) Thus devaluing our degrees in one single speech of a bulls**t, he thanked us, and allowed a terrified group of about 150, non-descript 20 somethings, to enter the adult world with the eeking suspicion that all they really did was spend £36,000 on the delaying the inevitable moment where they had to be confronted with the the truth of being as confused and as hormonal as they where when they first started typing those UCAS personal statements at the tender, acne ridden age of 18. (AAAND breath)
Now finding myself void of my raison d'etre I'm cast adrift, and in the hope of tethering myself to a more productive and happier state of mind I'm going to go to Central America for a bit, where the expectation is that some sort of lighting bolt of creative inspiration will strike me down leaving me orgasmically powered up and ready to go. I am aware that I'm more likely to be struck down by diarrhea then creative s*x lighting, but I've heard being glued to the toilet for 48 hours is real character building stuff, so see both scenarios as a positive outcomes to the trip.
I will hopefully be going to Iceland after and the America to hang out with my Mormon cousin and her Mormon friends, in what I can only be described as an extended political correctness exercise.
I speak three languages, Italian, French (ish, I can get there if i try haha) and English. Also, I have a freakish film memory, actors, dates, facts. And I've probably seen all the films you've seen. Twice.
Books: Irvene Welsh, Douglas Coupland, Terry Prachett, Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams, Isabella Allende, Bram Stoker, J.R.R. Tolkein, Stefano Benni, Daniel Penna, Banana Yoshimoto, Haruki Muracami Mikhail Bulgakov,....many others.... I try to read as geographically widely as I can.
Movies: Oh my god....It would take me too long to answer that, I love all films all cinema. If you really force me to pick Jim Jarmashu's "The Only Lovers Left Alive" stood out, as well as "What we do in the shadows" By the flight of the Concords bunch. I have also reconciled myself with horror films, with which I previously had a no-go relationship with. It has blossomed in an amiable friendship. Made of scary stuff,
Shows: I love scary and violent adult cartoons like Metalocalypse and Mr Pickels. And happy ones too like Bob's Burgers. My life's ambition is to create a series of cult adult cartoons which are sufficiently violent and offensive enough to shock most of the population of Cheshire. Though I feel that won't be too hard.
Music: Metal and rock (Jack White in all his incarnations, Ghost) THE DARKNESS closing in as a near favorite. A while ago I met someone who has his head so far up his own arse he decided to spend an hour detailing why most musician's I liked where misogynists. Though I myself was little affected by this pretentious blabbering, I felt that Justin Hawkins's from the Darkness was probably the one that got his unjust sentence handed to him harder then all his other condemned rock and roll comrades. I spent the next day watching Darkness interviews and with a flurry of triumph found him not to be guilty of the wild accusations. I thereby celebrated by listening to the darkness incessantly for close to six months. A love story was born.
Food: Most food. I eat all food. All of it. Being a picky eater is a deal breaker lads.
A master of self-criticism. I would have been the village's favorite flagellator sometime in the Medieval ages. "Oh!" The local peasant would exclaim" Good thing Annalisa was over there whipping herself by the corn fields, that swarm of locust just missed us."
I used to love eating mushrooms and watching trippy films.
Now I sit in and drink beer and faf around with whoever is willing to humor me. I used to pop pills every weekend at uni, and now I have reduced myself to withering old lady who finds clubs to loud and having a stranger brush up against my arse every 30 seconds not the ideal night out.
You should message me if....Argh, who the f**k knows. I, good sir, will leave that to YOUR discretion. I realize I'm opening up a potentially weird and disturbing front on the ol' online dating but I'm feeling a more the usual veil of apathy tonight and it's a known fact that nothing cures indifference then an unwanted picture of a d**k and polite offer to get fisted in a car park.
Also I speak through films. I can't help it. I love discussing stuff. If it really bothers you, you best not engage me in any film watching activities, or else you'll be stuck shushing me ad etermum, and wondering where we went wrong. I of course reserve myself in the sacred space of the cinema, but otherwise, you, silent film watcher, are pretty f**ked.
