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HI! I'm Jenni!
Full name: Jennifer Thornton Smith, aged 16. I like to think I’m pretty down to earth. I live in a little place called Gee Cross, Hyde, Manchester. It's taken me a while to write all of this, I still haven’t totally found myself, i don't know if i ever will, but this is a compilation of what i have discovered so far.
Someone once described me as a realist and I think that's fairly accurate. I'm 5"9 and a half, which for my age is quite tall, but i don't mind, kind of makes me stand out, which usually isn't a bad thing! I'll probably end up being 6ft anyway, so you won't see me slouching to hide my height!
You can never come between me and my friends, just so that is clear :] This should just about sum me up. Hard things happen in life. I know that, you know that. I deal with it.
A typical, mundane & bland description of myself would be; blonde hair, tall, fairly skinny. But how much does this really tell you about a person? Surely, all that genetic information, that DNA contained within every cell of our bodies, can't be summed up in just a few, vague words? A description such as that would provide no real insight into me. From that people could probably picture a vague outline of a person, a blurred shell of a human being.
I’ve been thinking a lot about life recently and this one image keeps coming to me. Do you know when you cross the road against traffic? You look down the street and see a car coming, but you know you can get across before it gets to you. So even though the little red man is telling you to stay put, you cross anyway. And there's always a split second when you turn and see that car coming, and you know that if you don't continue moving, it will all be over. That's how i feel a lot of the time. I know I’ll make it across. I always make it across. But the car is always there, and i always stop to watch it coming.
I don't really show when i am unhappy. It makes others feel crap, and i don't like to be responsible for that.
Yes, this is my real hair colour & yes, this is all my own hair, but no, I’m not a 'typical blonde' and no, I’m not a Barbie. Galling as it is to quote the film Mean Girls, I’m not 'plastic'. It is true, academic achievement means nothing, its life experience that makes you intelligent. I'm not going to lie, i get good grades, but i don't take them to mean I’m really intelligent.
And here's a real cliché for you:
I'm like marmite, you'll hate me or love me, and there is no in-between. I love late-night phone conversations with people i barely talk to, just so I can get an insight into their minds.
I don't like the following: apple flavoured sweets, anchovies, seagulls, puppets and tomatoes. Obviously I’m not talking about eating them all! I do like however: jelly beans - especially lime ones, generally most things lemon/lime flavoured, skittles, the cold side of the pillow and rubber ducks
I'm a virgin and I’m not ashamed of it. And I’m not in any particular hurry to change that either. Don't ask me to have cybersex with you; you're pathetic for even attempting it.
My appearance isn't one that would distinguish me from most. Although I was once credited with being particularly tall within my year group, many have taken over or caught up with me. My naturally blonde hair has a life of its own, drying how it pleases, escaping from any hair bobble or clip i attempt to use to tame it. It is fair to say that my hair loves the wind, yearning for the opportunity to really set itself free, sticking up at an assortment of peaks and angles around my head.
The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, and the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. Meaning that when you stop wishing thing won't fall apart, you wouldn't suffer when they did. This is my mantra. I know that some day nobody will remember that i ever existed, because memories fall apart too. And then you're left with nothing, not even a ghost, but with a shadow.The most contagious thing is to smile. I try to smile whenever possible.
I love exploring new places, like the retro part of Manchester, or anywhere I’ve not been before. I know the backstreets around Manchester like the palm of my hand.
I don't follow the trends. I don't pretend to be someone I’m not. I'm sick of all those people who try to be random. Shouting 'parsnips' etc. What?? Random isn't random anymore .
I can't stand when people actually talk in “myspace speakâ€. "omg, wtf? ffs! I cba tbh atm lol" English isn't such a bad language you know, & you're taught grammar in primary school.
I have my life pretty much planned. After GCSE's I’m going straight to my school sixth form to study Art, English, Biology and Sociology then go on to do a masters degree in Art preferably at Manchester University, a year course in teacher training and then a year off to travel around the world. I intend to visit Japan, Kenya, Malaysia, New Zealand, India and Canada, at the very least. I think seeing the world will make me a much more rounded and wholesome person, and to me that is important.
I'm an art geek. I spend a large amount of my spare time doing art. I might sell some one day, who knows. I love visiting art galleries and museums. It's just the way i am.
I can't really be labelled, by all means try if you want, but bear in mind, i dress differently depending on my mood, i listen to not only rock, but soul, jazz and blues, and i socialise with a large range of subcultures... good luck! I'd hate to be a conformist. Where's the originality there?! We were all born with individual DNA, personalities and appearances, why change that?
The tough skin on the tip of the fingers of my left hand could easily demonstrate that I play guitar. Yet, it could never indicate my love of music, my fondness of playing the piano, bass and my singing lessons. I also doubt that judging by the clothes I wear anyone would predict that I like jazz, swing, blues, rock and an array of alternative music.
In my opinion, one of the best things about music is the way it takes away time. You can sit around for hours, making up songs, playing little tunes, fiddling around with different chords and different variation, and the time just seems to evaporate. It's really weird sometimes. You can pick up your guitar at ten o'clock in the morning, start playing... and the next thing you know its four o'clock in the afternoon. And you haven’t moved. You haven’t eaten. It's almost as if you've been drugged, and when you finally come to your senses, you can't remember what you've been doing. But it feels ok.
I'm too mature for my age. That's all there is to it, but i don't view it as a bad thing. I’ve always been more comfortable being with people older than me - it's easier to connect. Saying that, i still have giddy moments, childish ones, outrageous ones; but i still find myself liking to sit down with my dad drinking wine and eating cheese, olives and crackers.
I'm sick of being stuck in this same cyclical mindset, with all my days turning into one big blur, i can't wait to get out there and truly live my life to its full potential.
I own a fair amount of Fair Trade products, I’m completely against people being exploited and like to think i does my little bit to help stop it.
Ideally, I’d like the perfect boy, one who would take me to new places, never pressure me, who is gorgeous and makes my friends love him too, someone who would make my heart smile every time i see him, who would give me flowers and appreciate me for me, who wouldn't leave me in pieces if he broke up with me, who would be honest. Let me know if you find him, and I’ll tell you I’ve found him already, you're wrong.
I like dark chocolate, in small quantities :]
I love being educated, not in the schooling sense necessarily, more in the learning through intelligent conversations with people or reading books. I adore just spending hours in Cafes talking endlessly about real things, like politics and philosophy.
My favourite flower is by far the Gerbera, how it can symbolise happiness and make anyone smile, it's overpowering, but in a good way.
I have a rather strange outlook on what is attractive in a person; i don't find people who are drop dead gorgeous attractive if they're not an interesting person. I can find beauty in the strangest things. (Yet I have found someone who is both of these things.)
I have often attempted to describe myself before in writing, and although I am gradually getting better, I am still finding that I can not gather up all of my personality into words; just as i find myself thinking of all number of possible descriptive details I have of myself, and not being able to begin to put them into words.
I love using Smiley faces on msn, not just to make conversation, but because i am generally pulling the expression the smiley portrays for me.
Don't tell me I’m a loser, a geek or an idiot. I'm thick skinned, you're wasting your time
You can throw any insult at me. I'll probably just laugh.
And as for all you clones. Keep it up. It's entertaining .
I have a bit of an obsession with brushing my teeth. I can't relax if i haven’t done them properly and in the routine i have. It's pretty pathetic, but everyone has something a bit like that.
I’ve been on TV twice. Stars in their Eyes and My Favourite Hymns. What a claim to fame ;) I'm in a choir and I’m not embarrassed to say it.
My body isn't perfect. Nobody's is. The difference is, i embrace my flaws. You won't hear me complaining, and i would never get surgery for 'bigger boobs' or a 'better nose'. I know I’m not ugly, neither am i big headed. according to the body mass index I’m underweight for my age, but i eat loads and I exercise a lot, and they're only statistics, so don't accuse me of having an eating disorder, or tell me I’m 'too skinny'. "I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic. " how naive are people that think that? Yes, i have put on weight and yes i am healthy, okay? Good! I do some occasional modelling work. It earns me some money, so why not?
Describing me as "fairly skinny" simply does not do my body any justice as far as description goes. I could opt for measurements; a 32" chest, 25" waist, 32" hips, 34" legs and a dress size of eight. The still would deprive anyone of the knowledge of the small circular scar upon my inner right ankle, or the faint outline of teeth marks emblazoned on my forehead. Neither would it tell anybody about the purple tinge of my hands when it's cold, or the slight resemblance I bear to my mother.
I could list all of my physical features in a similar manner, including every single detail about my appearance, yet I still would not consider that to be describing myself. In my (blue) eyes, I would only consider any piece of writing to be an even slight description of me if it talked about what is behind this outer layer, what i am really all about.
I'm a confident person but we all have our phobias and secrets. I have secrets I’ll keep forever; you can take anything away from me, but never that.
I keep a diary, it's a way for me to organise my thoughts. Yeah, i use long, complicated words; don't call me posh for doing it. I don't struggle with my life; in contrast to some i have it very easy. Although, when people say I’m lucky, i don't always agree. Instead of considering my own life charmed i consider others unlucky.
Although my school uniform gives the indication that I attend a Church of England school, it does not say that i am in fact not overtly religious. I consider myself to be too opinionated and far too unpredictable to conform to a set list of rules and commandments. Besides, I like to have a lie in on a Sunday morning.
I like nature. I love those lazy days when you can spend hours lying in a field with your friends, or when i can sit outside on the porch during a thunderstorm. I like daddy longlegs, they're my insect equivalent.
I want to be like Phoebe from Friends. I know she's a character in an American Sit-com, but she has the balance just right, she doesn't care what people think about her, she's wacky, she's insane, she's completely unique, unafraid to stand up for what she believes in and everybody loves her. What a role model!
I have several groups of friends due to my wide range of interests, but i love them all dearly. They help mould me into the person i am. I like the taste of metallic things.
I can't stand it when if i ask someone how they are they reply 'ok' or 'alright'. Try something descriptive!! Like bemused, or intrigued, something that will start a REAL conversation.
I'm not high maintenance. I'm not the type of girl who spends a lot of time on her appearance. I wear what i can find and literally throw it all together into something which is hopefully vaguely stylish. I don't wear much make up at all, just a bit to hide blemishes really. And no matter how hard i have tried, my hair never looks right, so i gave up on that a while ago. I look after my body, but i don't obsess about it.
The conscious production or arrangement of sounds, colours, forms, movements, or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty, specifically the production of the beautiful in a graphic or plastic medium I like to think everything i do is to achieve something like that, even if not physically, emotionally.
I love cheering people up.
I love bringing people together and watching them have beautiful relationships.
I love the warm, fuzzy feeling I get from doing that.
I never pretend to be sad. That's for losers. If I’m sad it's genuine and worth being sad about.
I’ve had some $&# 163; %"&$&# 163 ;^ rubbish relationships. But I don't let it phase me. I put it all down to experience and move on. Simple as.
I'm a born romantic. I love making people smile. I'll do anything to make those close to me happy.
I like the idea of Karma; i think it's a good way to live.
I'm not stupid. I know how to have a laugh. Don't assume.
I have one foot bigger than the other. I have double jointed elbows, I can lick my nose & my big toe isn't the biggest, how could you ever say I’m 'normal'? Not forgetting that I have the lung size of a nine year old...still, doesn't stop me doing classical singing.
Don't add me if you're not going to talk. I'm a talkative person. Not just a number on your friends list.
If you want to know anything about me, ask. It's simple. I am an honest person, take advantage of that, just not of me.
I love it when people actually read this and tell me what they think of me. That is what myspace should really be about. I consider you as a real or a potential friend for reading all of this, so if you got this far, well done you!
I love meeting new people, but, and it is a big but, I loathe having the question "So, tell me about yourself"
thrown at me. "How long have you got?" is usually my reply.
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