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Sarah...i am 18...I used to be a 'drummer'..well..i have had a few lessons, i wasn't that good but i enjoyed it, that's what really matters! but i havnt played in about a year coz of college, and the fact that my room is so bloody small. the few things i really care about is my family and friends, well the people who are there for me:]!!! they are rather great!!!:]i love to go out and have fun, normally ends up at the racehorse, it's still a jolly good laugh though! I started college last september, i was studying psychology, Art (painting and drawing) and Art (film and video) missed out alot coz i was ill and stuff, so the subjects i was doing, didn't ...get done. so i failed. lol. so this year, i'm only doing one a2, and repeating the as for Art (film and video)
one of the films i made...... its a music video of a mates band, rebel city radio with their song 'reflection'.
i work monday to friday too at an after school sclub. i go round different schools but mainly stay at stimpson avenue primary school looking after 5-11 year olds. it fun coz i just get to play all day :]...oh, another thing, I completely hate cats!! bit worried they will scratch my eyes out you see! i sound like a bit of a 'boring sodder' [<<< words from ZOZAL my lovely]
my favourite thing in the world to do, is laugh.. but i'm told i do that too much!!
:]
sorry! haha
(p.s, my liver must hate me)
Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a
Belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a
Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows
on a
Japanese TV.
And the most British thing of all?
Suspicion of anything foreign.
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Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk),
At home as it is in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillage,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the beer, the bitter, and the lager.
Barmen.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.Choose your future.Choose life.
