I wish I was there. I would rather be sitting in cultural brilliance (thankyou, WWII) however, instead, I'm stuck in the rain, just sitting here typing up my first blogspot entry, eating a bag of Allen's retro party mix, only 5 of which things I like.
I've been meaning to write up here for a while.. All my friends (2) have one, and their's is pretty "neat-o" so it makes sense that I'll be a "mad dude" if I make one.
I guess, the first blog is always just a small introduction, so, here goes.. All about Dresden.
I'm 17. It's only 2 1/2 months til I can legally do the things I want, so I guess it's not that bad. Fate has handed down to me the task of not drinking until my 18th.......So not drink I shall. Hooray. I am a girl, I suppose that is the most important thing you should know about me, I suppose you would have guessed that by the way I said I wasn't going to drink until my 18th. (All the guys I know wouldn't have lasted 2 1/2 days let alone 2 1/2 months.)
I just got a message off the one person I wanted to. Things like that make me happy. He's in the army at the moment, and it makes me sad to think that he might not come back. Every message I get off him gives me hope that he's still alive, and his intense military training isn't making him more and more depressed as the days go on. I know when he first left, I was.
I have brown hair, and hazel eyes.. I have big, pink lips that alot of people like, and I like them too. I'm fairly happy with my appearance, although there's some things that I would change. Everyone has things that they would change, though. Nobody's perfect.
I'm very much single, and very much looking. I love snuggles and head kisses.. I adore your voice, but I won't look for all this on the internet. I need a nice, local boy. I've fallen for a Canadian, a Tamworthian, a Warwickan and one of the only locals boys I've ever loved joined the army.
I live with my mum. My dad is the king of a country far, far away and lives with my two princess sisters and my evil step-mother. (She's not as bad as I make her out to be. She's quite the lovely house wife.)
I don't eat as much as I used to, which is a blessing in disguise. I don't get hungry, so I don't eat. The only food I really consume is Subway, and if anyone asks why I'm only eating a minisub.. I'll tell them to get lost well and truly.
I won't loan you my stuff, because you'll probably break or lose it. That's the way it is, and I'm possessive and stubborn so deal with it. You're always going to be fighting a losing battle.
I'm obsessive and compulsive, but I don't have OCD. I count things in scores of 9, due to the fact that when I had my 3315 (best phone EVER) I used to play snake level 9 so much. If the score wasn't in a multiple of the level I was playing, I'd freak out. Seeing as I was the "bee's knees" and played level 9 so much, 9 is the number I'm obsessed with. I also crack my jaw. Once I start, I do it every 4.5 seconds, hence twice every 9 seconds. I'm a grammar and spelling freak. I'm a Sandwich Artist at Subway, and if tomatoes, cucumbers and pickles aren't flat and evenly spaced across the sandwich.... I get kinda edgy.
I'm a Sandwich Artist at Subway.
I live 5 minutes off the East Coast of Australia, the beach is a 2 minute drive and a 20 minute walk. It suits me perfecty and I love it. The only place I would swap it for EVER is Tamworth. I used to live there and I want to go back.
I have a ferret named Kentucky and his colour is Sable. He's reached puberty now, and I got him from a very very dodgy pet store. I'm not sure whether he's a boy or a girl (because I'm not quite sure how you tell these things on ferrets) so I really need to take him to the vet. Because if he's a girl, he could die. And even though I always say I hate him, I don't want him to die.
He bites.
I left school early because I hated it. I hated most all the teachers and my friends were the only good things about it. Now I work and I love it (some days I'll tell you differently, but everyone has their crap days.)
I'm in love with myspace. www.myspace.com/ikilledthequeen
Skins is the best show ever, and my TV is broken so I can't watch it. That makes me the saddest little girl that ever was.
Crispy M&M's will always make it better.
Sleeping in til lunch time will always make it better.
Cranking your music thing will always make it better.
Calling your favourite person will always make it better.
Baking cupcakes will always make it better.
Smoking fancy cigarettes will always make it better.
Writing in a diary will always make it better.
Sewing will always make it better.
There is always something that will make it better.
Fashion is body, but God is soul.
I don't think I'll give you my name.
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