About Me
One time me and a couple of friends had been out on the town, it was 2am in the morning and we decided that we were hungry, and wanted Burger King. A quick pocket check produced $4.50 between us, so we decided we'd have to find some money somehow. After some arguing, and just for a laugh, we stood on the side of Queen St, put down a hat, and started singing. Now, when I say singing, I was the only person in the group who didn't sound like a cat slowly clawing its way up a blackboard. I swear people gave us money out of sheer sympathy. Either way, somehow the three of us managed to busk $20 in half an hour, securing us our fatty delicious dinner. I'm still ridiculously proud of that!I love my music. I'm a vocalist, and I'm learning to play guitar, but I'm a little shy about it because my younger brother got all the musical talent and learned to play the guitar like a pro in the space of three months. Three months in which I'm still patiently picking away at 'Don't Cry' by Guns n Roses. But to sing or play is incredible, it's an expression of emotion like nothing else, you connect with your audience and make them feel what you felt when you wrote the song, you can raise them up to dance, or bring them to tears. And when you're raging on the stage, and the audience is jumping with you, you're electrified and more alive then you'll ever be anywhere else.I love animals. I have a kitten, or had, I've had to leave him with my mum because I live in town now and wouldn't have anywhere to keep him. His name is Loki. He's a cheeky little bastard who climbs onto my bed at night and attacks me with his nose. It's a cold nose. And when I turn my face around to get away, he climbs over me, aims for the face, and starts up again. Smart cat. He will continue this ALL NIGHT if I let him. Yes, it's very loving, but perhaps sometimes he could love me a tiny bit less. Just saying.My most embarassing moment ever was in 2nd form of college. I was in my cooking class, attempting to take off an apron which I had skillfully knotted, twice. I gave up and tried to pull it off, succeeding in removing the apron, and both my pants and underwear. Horror. Stood there rather stunned, and extremely breezy, as all the girls and guys in my class turned to look, then my stomach dropped and I ran (or shuffled rather comically, my pants still around my ankles) out the nearest door. After which I mysteriously fell ill, and spent the rest of the day in the sickbay..
