I have long hair. I have big lips. When I'm drunk I can sing like Mick Jagger. I like to click my knuckles. I'm scared of getting Arthritis. Apparently you can't get Arthritis from clicking your knuckles. So I'm safe. I constantly get nose bleeds. Blood fascinates me. Just not in a weird way. Other peoples blood freaks me out. I love my Halo 2. I entered a national competition and got 11th in my city. I'm actually pretty crap at the game. I love my instruments. I have five guitars. I want a bass. My brother owns a drumkit. He doesn't play it. I do. I can't play drums, but I'm teaching myself. I like to make noise. I also love silence. Pretty scenery makes me happy. My friends make me happy. Sometimes they annoy me. Generally, I love them. I'm an introvert (according to something called a Briggs-Meyer test). I'm crap at Sciences and Math. I'm brilliant at English. I'm very vain. Well, not that vain. Vain enough to have a huge mirror in my room. I think I look better in the morning. I'm actually really white for a native NZer. Currently looking at fake tan to correct that. I hate cellphones and txting. I feel sad when I can't txt someone back or they don't txt me back. I can have a million crushes in one day. I fall in love at least twice a week. I keep a diary. On the internet. I am embarrassed to tell people that. I love it, though. I can talk. At length. About nothing. Then sometimes I'm lost for words.
[email/msn]--sleepy__insomniac*at*hotmail.com
[diary]--http://brownsukagod.diaryland.com/
[quick thoughts]--http://moodswung.diaryland.com/
[aim]--machinestarblue *mainly inactive
I'm not looking for a thousand fake friends. You will have to talk to me eventually. So I'm going to be as blatant as possible: I love getting messages. xo
Update: I don't check this very often (see: every 4 months or so). If you don't know me, there's no point. If you do, don't expect much interaction. If you're a band looking for support, I really don't care. Oh, water my flowers. They'll die eventually, but I'd rather not know.
