He is the lamb
she is the slaughter
I'm now well and truely sick of my home town, I'm leaving this place the first oppertunity I get. It was always my plan to stay sixteen and "invincible" forever, but since turning eighteen my whole outlook is changing. I couldn't be more excited that the next part of my life is beggining...
So, as you'll have gathered, I'm eighteen, which in the eyes of the law makes me an adult (or at least in the UK it does) This did not sit well with me at first, having had a bit of a Peter Pan complex. I got over that fairly quickly when it occured to me I can actually do something with my life now. I'm gonna take over the fucking world, and I'm bringing anyone that's not afraid of a little hard work with me.
I've always had big big dreams, you see. I've been singing and dancing since I was a little dodlette, performing every chance I got, infront of anyone who'd watch. Entertaining is just in my blood, some would say. I've always been a poser. I've always craved the limelight. I can't help it, that's just me, the centre of attention is where I love to be. I suppose a part of me does wish I'd had the chance to take singing/dancing/acting lessons when I was younger, but I'll survive. When I hit that awkward age of about twelve my confidence was knocked big time (which is shocking as I was so full of the stuff) and I was petrified of performing. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to, so badly. After a couple of years of cutting myself up about it I decided to get off my arse and re-build my confidence. Whatever it takes.
Another dream of mine is modelling. I really grew to love the idea of becoming an (alternative) model at about sixteen. I was dying to turn eighteen and apply for Suicide Girls. My chance came, I applyed and I was accepted. I was buzzing 'till I realised you absolutly must pose nude, no exceptions. Since nudity isn't my thing, I didn't go for it. So right now I'm looking at modelling jobs all over. Yes, I'll pose for you/you'r site. Yes, you can use any of my pictures, just ask me first :)
Then there's my love for the fashion/hair/beauty world. In school I chose textiles for my GCSE's. I designed and modelled my own garments in our annual fashion show and have been to see my fair share of fashion shows (I NEED to go back to the Birmingham Clothes Show this year) I took a fashion and textiles course last year which I really enjoyed. From a young age I've been really experimental with my style, I'd even strut about in odd shoes, I don't care if people think I look like a dick. More often than not people copy me, anyway. I must stress I did the whole let's put as many colours in my hair as I can thing before everyone decided it was cool to. I'm very protective of my personal style. My friends laugh about it 'cause I do get myself in such a state if anyone copy's me. I know I should be flattered, but I don't give a flying fuck, it just palin pisses me off. I've had so many people mimicking me, some have even had the nerve to copy my About Me section! It's called MYspace, you're ment to be yourself, not someone else. Get some individuality for fucks sake.
Anyway, yeah, I've finally found a hairstyle I love. I guess I'd say it's my "signature" now. I've done so much with my hair you wouldn't believe. I always cut, dye and style it myself. I've worked in two hairdressers, I was noticed by one when I was fifteen because I cut my hair myself (and anyone else' who'd allow) and I must've impressed. As for make-up, I don't meen to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm known for my skills. I would spend at least two hours a night doing my make-up EVERYDAY even though I wasn't going anywhere special. That kind of practice has really brough me a long way. I absolutly love the war paint, like.
I dunno, I guess I'm just a really creative person. I could go on and on about the other things I love doing (Drawing, writing, reading etc) but I'll not bore you with the deets.
I'm driven, passionate and competative- I'll do whatever it takes to get to the top 'cause I can't stand to be anything but the best. It's all or nothing, and I've got alot to give. I have a massive fear of failure, but I wont let that stop me anymore. I want to show everyone what I'm capable of. I love what I do and the people around me. I'd do anything for the ones I love, I'm always here for advice or a shoulder to cry on. I enjoy making people happier, and why wouldn't I? I think people need to be a little less selfish and a little more considerate.
I'm an optomist- A glass-half-full girl. A happy person. People are so massicistic these days. Please tell me what the point is in dwelling on negitivity, when you could open your eyes and see how great you have it? I've little sympathy for cry baby's. Life is short, and it's great so get over yourself and enjoy it. Count your blessings.
I'm adventurous- My curiousity has landed me in so much trouble over the years. I'm a naughty kid. I love getting up to mischief, making things fun, having a laugh :) I want to travel all over the world and meet gorgeous new people and see and do amazing things I never thought I would.
I'm opinionated- I have my beliefs and I stick by them. I'd never sell myself short. That doesn't mean I'm close minded, as a matter of fact, I'm very open minded. Except when it comes to drugs. I hate them. End of.
Lastly, I have boyfriend and his name is Joe. Have some respect, and by that I mean: Don't call me baby, sexy, pet, anything along those lines. I find it patronising. Don't even think for one fucking second about asking me to go on cam or send some pics 'cause it's never gonna happen, even if I was single I wouldn't. I'm nothing like the sluts you see all over MySpace getting thier boobs out for shitty picture comments. You're delusional if you think you can come between me and my boyfriend. So boys, don't even try.
Also, I want to be rich. Filthy, dirty rich. I want to live the dream.
This is a me, or at least, a little piece of me. Don't like it? Then I suggest you hit the block button!
I sound like a bitch, but I don't give a shit. This is only MySpace, so you'r false opinions of me don't mean a thing. Want to get to know the real me? Good luck. If you want a fighting chance then leave your ego's at the door.
Don't bother trying to add my Facebook, it's friends only.
To those of you who've taken the time to read my page, I hope I've proven I actually have a mind of my own and I'm not just something to look at.
Thanks babes! xxo