JACK [in a box]

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You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Jack:
I'm Eighteen. It's been a good age so far, even though my birthday was marked by getting in a fight with some yobs in Skewen. It does seem to bring more raves though, which means my cash flow is a bit upsetting.
I'm vegetarian. I'm bored of being asked "why?" and "what the fuck do you eat then?" so I apologise if my answers are a tad sarcastic.
I work in Halfords, it's alright really.
I drive a VW Polo called Minty (geddit?!), he's a bit retro (1996) but he managed to be repaired after slamming into a curb and on to a roundabout so I loves him a bit.
I'm in the second (of three) years at Gorseinon College. Taking Philosophy + Law A-Level and English Language AS. I should champion it really, I've met the best people and the best girlfriend ever at the place. =)
I'm quite odd when drunk. I'm rarely the rat-arsed mess on the floor but I sing, dance, put stuff on my head, sit in things, jump on things, steal things and collect up recycling to take home with me. I clearly am the party.
That said, I'm a bit sad really. I've already adopted the middle-aged "rather stay in with a DVD and feel tired at half 7" philosophy than go on a binge. It's so much less dramatic, like.
Somehow, despite all of the above, I've managed to persuade a beautiful girl that it's a good idea to go out with me. She's far too good for me and definitely an 11 to my 5 (I lower myself to a 4 when drunk, apparently). I love way too many things about her to list and I don't even mind dressing up as various embarrassing things, driving her to McDonald's every two minutes for a strawberry sundae and beng an extra sofa for her to fall asleep on. Jack ♥ Rhi =)