lay on the bright lights.

Bonjour.
Nice to meet you, I'm Samantha Jane.
I am 21 years of age, most of the time I am doped up on caffeine and I still fight the urge to sleep at the foot of my parent’s bed.
I have spent atleast the past 6 years searching for the perfect lyrics that are a direct reflection of who I am; my search has so far proved unsuccessful. I am all of the following: cynical, hyperactive, strange, morally sound, elusive, nostalgic, extremely sentimental and in no need of your validation.
I am not the sort of person that you will just ‘see around’ or run into at the local supermarket or token top 40 nightclub on a seedy Saturday night. I just don’t find public places in my hometown alluring; more often than not they just bring upon a sense of disenchantment that can last for days. My heart is not in Wollongong. My favourite place in the world is a toss-up between Montmartre, Amsterdam, Port Bou and my floral couch. I feel like I have felt true liberation, and at times I feel like I would give anything to get that back.
I take my friendships seriously; I am fond of people who don’t buy into smalltalk or the junk that is shoved down their throats. The smallest things can make me lose respect for a person; show an ounce of disloyalty and I will never show you who I really am. I have had an extremely long time to get to know myself... I am a nice person. I don’t have a nasty or competitive nature and I am the friend who will fork out her last $20 for some intoxicated jerk to get home. Tall poppy syndrome pisses me off and I have come to realise that MEDIOCRITY DESPISES EXCELLENCE. I enjoy dancing in the ‘bat cave’ and eating Hungry, Hungry Hippos from various 7 11s in Darlinghurst at 4a.m. I hate sleeping in strange beds, if home is within reach I will defy public transport and shitty weather to get there. I am constantly throwing myself in at the deep end; for me, it is all or nothing. As such, I can understand how one drink out with your friends can easily turn into ten.
I like to read and lurk on Ebay. I have an addiction to buying magazines and travel memoirs; if you look hard enough, on a slow Sunday morning you will find me in the travel literature section at my local bookstore. I have an insatiable urge to buy myself a leotard and find it amazing that I can run in heels. I appreciate anything vintage, from clocks, to shoes to clothing. Saturdays in Surry Hills makes me the happiest girl in the world. I have a short attention span and I am probably the clumsiest person you will ever meet. I will always cheer for the underdog and do not respond intellectually to the bullshit in Cosmopolitan and other generic magazines. I am a procrastinator, and my work references are based on lies; I may be pleasant, but being efficient and hard working doesn’t mean daydreaming about Laurie Oaks gallivanting around in a tutu, now does it?
I will basically talk to anyone who is not a dropkick.