I'm an aspiring (fan)artist (and writer?) who likes dumb adventures in space a little too much for her own good and occasionally gets overly-excited about deep philosophical concepts and period dramas.
You can call me Phil!
To paraphrase Dr. Leonard McCoy:
"Dammit man, I'm an artist, not an unintelligent loser who is incapable of contributing to the progression of society!"
So we’re reading Hamlet in English class and I am firmly convinced that Hamlet is actually a nineteen year old hipster second-year philosophy major who drinks Starbucks all the time and angsts about the meaning of life to his guitar-playing friend Horatio