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So, I've been rambling for a few days now and I'm starting to notice some traffic.

I think it would be only a little bit fair to tell you guys a bit about myself rather than seeming like some self-obsessed nobody drivelling crap on the Internet... you should at least know a little bit about why I'm a self-obsessed nobody drivelling crap on the Internet.

For privacy's sake lets call me D.

I'm 25 years old and from the UK.
My mum was Canadian, despite this, I have only spent 5 days in Canada in my whole life.
In these 5 days I managed to

1) Get kicked out of a nursery school after one day for being sarcastic.
2) Fall out of a waltzer
3) Go paddling in the massive fountains in Toronto and nearly got her mother arrested in the process
4) Learn how to chew and blow bubblegum (much to her mother's horror)
5) Bit her older cousin so she now has a scar on her right index finger

Not bad for a 5 year old?

Ancient History
I was born in London in 1985. My dad, lets call him K, was in the airforce and my mum, G, was a housewife. I have an older brother and sister called KM (sister, 18 years older) and S (brother, 17 years older).

After a move or two I spent 15 years in Sussex where I went to school, buggered about, wrote a successful (and now defunct) blog. I then got bored and then upped and left for the bright lights of London.

I also spent quite a bit of time in Thailand as mum & dad (aka as G & K) lived for three years.

Then G got sick. Really sick. She was sick for a long time. And when K & G were nearly ready to come back to England, she got really, really sick.

K & G came home. I saw G one last time and then G died. G was 62 and I was 22.

Things started to unravel further at that point.

As previously stated it involved money, grief and a mouse infestation and I returned home to my dad.

Cue a year and a half of "getting D's self together", some other familial complications and we are at today.

Currently I am...

working at a newspaper. Not in journalism but in advertising. It's not perfect but it pays the bills (and pays a lot more than journalism)

living with my boyfriend, G, and his dad. Who very kindly took me in after familial problems.

am very close to my sister KM, but not as close as she imagines.

barely see or speak to my brother S, because he's a very, very busy man.

am in quite a bit of debt, which I'm battling at the moment, but a lot better off than I was.

have a best friend who is called Katty. She is 22 and lives in London. I don't get to see her much but, other than G, she is the only other person who knows me inside and out.

I Like...
baking cupcakes (and eating the icing before I put it on)

trying to work out how they manufacture glitter (truthfully I know, but it's not half as exciting as I wanted it to be)

writing (though since the death of G, this has taken a major back seat and I am now written into a contract that could have me sued if I even tried)

music (everything and anything....except Jedward)

G (my boyfriend, my soulmate, the person who steals the icing before I eat it and eats it himself. He's my modern day love story that I thought I would never find after my parents gave me unrealistic expectations of love. It's never Hollywood's fault)

my bicycle (It's a baby blue Amsterdam Classic. One of those shopper bikes that all the Dutch ride. It squeaks like hell but it gets me more compliments from strangers than I've ever had before)

I Dislike...
insincerity (If you don't give a shit then don't pretend like you do. The word would be a lot less complicated if it weren't for bullshit)

that I'm letting my dream pass me by (Because of poor previous choices and circumstances and a sincere fear and lack of ability to get back on the horse)

my dad's girlfriend and her family (That's a whole other kettle of fish, I never had me down as the resentful stepchild but these sorts of things can surprise you)

clowns (I just bloody hate them and hate when G finds a picture of one and chases me around the shop with it)

feet (They just generally creep me out. I also have an irrational fear of webbed toes)

My Life's Motto
Never be mature, life is far too short to be mature. Only be mature for when the situation dictates it and then mature the hell out of it. Otherwise spend your life being content, blowing bubbles and wearing facepaint

In Conclusion

If I had to write this as a school reportit would go a little bit like

"D is an intellegent girl with lots of questions and ideas. She has great potential but allows things to distract her far too easily. If she paid attention and applied herself more she would be capable of many things however harnassing this and getting over her laziness and, what I think may be, confidence issues will be a large task. If she manages this I believe she will achieve every success available to her."

B+ - Achievement
C - Effort



That's about it really...