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"The French Female Form Of Charles. She Is Regal, A Lady Of Style. Artistic And Creative. She Knows Her Own Mind. A Romantic Lady Of Mystery. The Soul Of An Angel." (yeah right!!!)Ok. I was born Charlotte Victoria Carroll, and have given myself various personas throughout my life for various reasons. I now only use Aniseed Rock, Chloe Hayes, Charlotte and Charlie and am trying my hardest to eradicate the last 2. I am 18, but I’ve been told that I have maturity even though not many people believe me when I say that. I’m no health freak cos I personally think it’s stupid being that people who lived without that option are perfectly healthy today. It’s all in your heads. I’ve been a lot happier than I ever have been in my entire life and all this is only since August. In the words of Nikki Sixx and Sixx AM “It took a funeral to make me feel alive”…that and a few good people with great interests. I always think that the best clothing style you can follow is most certainly your own, and that is exactly what I do. I follow my vision not a fashion or dress code. Just don’t let me loose with a pair of scissors cos trashed clothes takes on a new meaning. I’m told that my best physical features are my eyes and my lips, what do you think? I was born on Thursday, 29th June 1989 at 9:52am GMT in the Maternity Ward at Bradford Royal Infirmary in Bradford, West Yorkshire, England. I’m a rock that can’t be broken, and nobody gets information out of me unless I want them to…that includes people I have a crush on, and if people reveal things about me that I don’t want them to I can get violent and give men 3 Adam’s apples and the ladies a pair of something else. I’m a pussycat really. I’m cuddly like a teddy bear. I live in the shithole that is Shipley which is the backyard to the plastic toy city that is Bradford. I have lived here my whole life and still have no idea where I’m going half the time. In fact I got less lost in Manchester. I’m in technical terms a little bit of a fussy eater, but I’ve known worse. I’m a good girl with bad intentionZ…and I wish I could rip my schoolwork up over the teacher’s head and tell em to shove it sometimes. I would’ve loved to have done it in middle school, oi ‘Cenzo, boyz…where the hell were ya to give me ideas then??? So unfortunately I’ve always been abiding student, well until recently…specifically 2006. I’m friendly, but it usually takes a while to enter my circle cos I have a barrier that is not usually easy to knock down, only 3 people have been known to knock it down quickly…the quickest time was 5 minutes, well, that and log in time. I can be quite stubborn and I can argue till a cow becomes a sheep…if I am right then I AM RIGHT…believe me…it’s the truth!!! I am a talkative person, once you get to know me anyway but I am usually very shy at first and I’m not very confident with phone conversations; this is probably due to my habit of getting wrong numbers, and I get scared of doing it again. I’m a sensitive person and I hate it. It makes me slightly empathic and intuitive, and that’s not fun I can tell you. I’m often hesitant and can be easily hurt, probably via the things I’m hesitant about doing, I dunno…I’d have to let you know on that score. I have an active mind, I’m easily bored and am a frequent daydreamer…this is usually because my psychotic side has more interesting events to offer me than real life does. Only problem with it is it now steers in the musical direction and it used to be, well I won’t tell you what they used to be…just that it’s in my ‘Purple Book’. I’m a very sarcastic person, sarcastic bitch even but it usually gets me into trouble. I tend to delay things, especially handing my homework in. I’m temperamental, very temperamental. I seldom show my emotions because emotions are my weak side that I hid a long time ago and now I can’t find them. I’m easily influenced by kindness, which is another way of saying gullible. I take so much time to recover when hurt that I never actually trust again, or very rarely trust again. I’m usually a well behaved person *usually*. I do believe in myself now, even if it has taken me a long time to say that. I get along with my parents I suppose, but I am overprotected. What they don’t know won’t hurt them I suppose, which is a good thing cos there IS quite a bit they don’t know, and quite a bit they’re not going to know anytime soon or ever…I thought there was at least one member of my family I’d be able to talk to, but apparently not…which is a shame, cos I could do with it. I can’t play most instruments…I can ‘not’ play; guitar, harmonica, recorder, keyboard…I can play the triangle (I’m a mean trianglist), and other various percussion instruments that schools give to the untalented kids…can’t you just see me on top of the pops “someone ..boards, someone on vocals, someone on guitar, someone on drums, someone on bass guitar and Aniseed Rock on the end there playing the triangle” lol…I did have a band with 3 friends when I was 8 ‘The Maniacs’ we played one gig (my lounge/ living room) with 2 ½ people present (my mum was making dinner so she was the half), lasted one month and sang 4 songs (Paradise- written by R. Murgatroyd and C. Carroll (yup that’s me), Wig-Wam Bam, My Generation and a theme song not unlike the Monkees simply called Maniacs). Me and my writing and singing partner reformed briefly to do a performance as we left our first school with 2 other people…Then I was in a lunchtime group when I was 10/11; ‘The Wolly Wobbers’..go on; laugh…we had a song that was semi-written called 1863 that we sang round the playground, that was also around the time I used to get marched around the playground being made to sing ‘Tomorrow’ from Annie…which is strange, cos my life has always more reflected the other ‘Tomorrow’. I can sing a little bit. I’m only a middle-alto and don’t have a wide vocal range at all. However I’m a sucker for punishment and when I do sing, which is always in my privacy and never recorded, if I feel like singing a song, but can’t reach it vocally, I don’t give a shit and will sing it anyway. I swear an awful lot. Sometimes it gets me through the fucking day. I know, naughty aren’t I? I’m not vain and I’m certainly not blind so I know that I’m not drop dead gorgeous, but I’m not the ugliest looking goon in the world and it’s not doing me any harm anyway so *sticks tongue out and blows a raspberry* TAKE THAT WORLD!!! I don’t wanna get married, like ever…unless you feel like forcing me down the aisle. I won’t rule it out as a never cos you never know what’s up and around the bend…never say never, but never say forever…you’d have to win me round first, and that would be the hardest thing in the world to do…so, good luck with that!!! College, School, University??? Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!! DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ASK!!!…I have no idea anymore…why is it when everything gets figured out, something smashes the rose tinted window? All I know is I gotta get outta here before I go crazy, and hopefully I won’t still be here at the end of the year, and I know I won’t be in Hell, or is it Hole? I’m a lover not a fighter, but if I have to I will kick 7 rounds of shit out of someone…and I’ll admit, I can be a real tease when I want to be…it goes back to what I mentioned earlier about being the one who holds all the cards. I decide exactly what I do or do not share. I drink, but not a lot most of the time admittedly. This is due to my sensitive side picking up on the effects of it on others...and the fact that I can’t really take it. 2 and I’m everybody’s! LOL. I have the loneliest eye colour in the world. I have grey eyes due to my parents’ colours mixing; Hazel Brown and Blue. My natural hair colour is mousy brown “it’s a god awful small affair, to the girl with the mousy hair” and it has a little bit of auburn in it…then I dyed it red, then what was supposed to be ginger…next I go purple but that’s on hiatus due to my mum telling me I have to let my roots grow…my hair is strange brew, somedays it’s bigger than 80s hair, somedays it’s flatter than a fart. Somedays it’s wavy as fuck, curly as sin, kinky as hell or straighter than a ruler. My favourite animal is a tiger. I have a thing for attributing animals to people. So far I’m up to Hedgehog/Mole that’s me…and others have been given tiger, grizzly bear and peacock…go on, you know you wanna have a guess at who they are… I am 175cm or 5 foot 9 and a half inches thanks to Clifton Genetics…no I’m not a test tube baby…but the Clifton boys were v. v. tall. My heritage is as far as I know French and Irish. There probably is more but I’ve never really looked into it. I have a variety of nicknames depending on who you ask and I never remember them all. I love music, movies, books and games…I am a girl of varied interest. I have my ears pierced once, and I’m such a baby that I don’t want anything else done ever. Lol. In fact, if they hadn’t done both ears at the same time, I’d probably only have one earring in. I have no tattoos, but plenty of ideas over what I’d like painted eternally on my skin, go ahead and ask me what? However, I have asthma and am allergic to needles not to mention I feel the pain of them more than hell burns. There is plenty of things I regret in my past. I do run from my past, still running, probably will forever “she’s so afraid to kiss, and so afraid to laugh, is she running from her past?”…and no matter how many people tell me that it’s forgiven or that it’s in the past and I should move on and forget it, the demons in my head still choose to haunt me with my past. I also write myself into situations that I can’t get out of…or type even…or even talk. I have no pets, but as a family we used to own an Angelfish named Harvey and 6 Kissing Garames, 2 of which got named Tom and Diana after my 2 favourite tv characters. They all eventually got flushed, poor things. I either want a chocolate Labrador called BlockBuster (Buster for short) or a black cat called Midnight. I’m ambidextrous, so I can use both hands to write or type but I must confess that due to overuse my right-hand is sufficiently more trained. I have big feet…lol…they range between a 7 and 9 in English shoe sizes, so I’m a bit of a Sasquatch. I love Strawberries…they’re my favourite fruit and quite possibly my favourite food. I hate mornings. Especially when I have to wake up for school or work, I feel a little better if I can laze around for a bit. I have no idea how much I weigh, and that’s the way I want to keep it for now. I know I’m fat, so nobody else needs to tell me that. I am losing weight steadily like you’re supposed to. I’m happy. And overall, there’s just more of me to love. I’m not a different person just because I weigh more, if anything it’s probably made me grow up less superficial than I would have done. I don’t drive…well, with the exception of driving people crazy with annoyance sometimes. The 1st and only lesson I ever had was at age 8 from my Grandad. I may learn sometime in the future, but right now I have no desire to. I’m strange brew when it comes to guys. I have no type specifically, even if some people label my crushes as “the weird type”. I lurrrve a guy in eyeliner, I’m a sucker for them, what can I say? Age don’t mean a darn, neither does looks, and sometimes I can even take a guy with a crap attitude. I can never make up my mind whether I’d like an easy life with someone appreciative or a challenge with someone who’s as fiery as me…I know, fiery and I’m a water sign. Lol. I long to be a writer. I’m very passionate about my creativity, and although I favour my poems my stories are coming on rather well now. I am determined to be published one day, no matter how difficult it may be. If that’s an impossibility then I have no idea. I was hoping my uni years could help me solve that query, but that outlook is questionable in itself. I do not want children…like ever. 1. I’m 18. 2. I’d probably be an absolutely shite parent anyway…but kids are a way no no for me…not happening! Nah-ah! The only way that would be happening is if something fucked up, because I don’t believe in abortion and don’t think I could cope with adoption…I’m forever being forced to name my “future kids” though and when I can’t get out of it I come up with Rosco, Slade and Sirena. Either that or I say it depends on the situation they’re born into...the strangesdt name i think came out of a dream and i'll let you work out where it came from:::Heaven Glitter Paradise Rose!!!

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