Ohaider,

I am probably the most random person you’ll ever meet. I can be halfway through a conversation and switch subjects. Some days I have the attention span of a toddler. I am easily bored yet just as easily amused.
I must have a form of OCD as I cannot think straight in a messy place. My room looks like a 14-year old boy inhabits it, it is a mess, yet as long as my desk is tidy I’m happy, also the numbers 123 seem to appear everywhere like they are stalking me.
My clothes get hung up in accordance to outfit. I pair my socks and have been caught ironing my knickers on occasion. My beauty products are a range so vast that Victoria Beckham would love them, although I never get to use them.
I don’t pamper myself enough. I can’t leave the house without doing my hair properly. I usually look dressy or primped but in all honesty I’d rather be in my Jammie’s playing Oblivion or Sword of the New World.

I abhor people who cannot use, understand or speak English. I am not Racist. I am Ethnically Selective. I say what I think and never get criticised for it. I hate people who write in shorthand or slang: ‘You’ isn’t spelt ‘U’ moron, ‘shoes’ isn’t ‘shuuze’ Understanding this yet? It’s the ignorance of a generation of misguided, un-intellectual youths that the Government and Society have given up on.

I think for myself. I believe passionately and am very opinionated. I get easily frustrated. Half the life decisions I make will be regretted in the future. I think women should rule the world, sort everything out over Tea and Hob-Nobs.
I refuse to be a minion paying taxes to a failing system. I want to enjoy my time here, on this planet. Global warming is the planets way of preparing for the next obliteration of the human race.

I am a nerd, I am proud of that. I like being in the know. I hate being left out. I am nosey.
I hate my City, My Country. I am not patriotic. I wouldn’t give up my life for anyone but my future children.
I am really hyper at the worst possible moments. I’m sure my sense of humour confuses people. I am a sucker for Chick flicks and Chick Lit. I love Anne Rice and Jill Mansell.
I’m afraid of silence and of being alone. Thunder storms scare me. I have nightmares about Xenomorphs.

I have Hazel eyes but they are usually either green or golden. I sneeze like a baby and burp like a man. I hate my belly-button being touched, blowing in my ear makes my bum tickle. I walk around in my underwear. I couldn’t live without my make-up bag and mobile phone. I am addicted to handbags and Demonia shoes.
I love kicking about in puddles and paddling in the bath. I am clumsy. I scream at spiders and I’ll punch you if you make me jump. I love Autumn, the colours are beautiful. I can’t sleep in PJ’S or with a duvet, the bedroom has to be cold.

I love reading, learning and writing. I Google everything. I don’t take Wikipedia seriously. I write stories and never finish them. I’ll start a diary and it’ll bore me quickly. I play POGO Island on my DS Lite religiously before bedtime. Assassins Creed makes me feel naughty, seriously. I also think piercings are sexy and tattoos are artful.

I have note books full of things I don’t want to forget. I will forget them.
I’m attracted to Silver or sparkly items. I have too much costume jewellery and more earrings than sensible.
I love Burlesque, Baroque and fetish wear.