Icarus:
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So for once I felt like writing something here; this is where you describe yourself to the internet, right? I'm clearly feeling autobiographical.
Dark jeans, quasi-humourous t-shirts; hat, scarf and bag are obligatory and it's unlikely you'll see me without them. Grammar Nazi but I make up the odd word; but that's usually just because language can't always express what I want to say, even if what I say is usually only cursing. Talking of which, the only word I say on an everyday basis is generally 'fuck' or variations thereof, and it's invariably what I say when I get up in the morning too. I appreciate talent in any genre of music. Far too vain for my own good, but it's okay. I want tattoos but not piercings. I find self-expression in mythology. I don't smoke or do drugs, although I do like my booze; however, my only real vice is chocolate fingers, as anyone who knows me will already comprehend. I can't help myself. I have now completed my life goal in that i'm taller than both my parents; but that's not saying much, really. I have a phobia of old people, mild bouts of insomnia, a dislike of street cleaning machines, a penchant for profound statements, and a dire love for sarcasm. I study psychology, philosophy and ethics, history and environmental science at AS Level in my local sixth form, and it's a royal pain in the arse. Now that i've suddenly lost the will to write, i'll just leave it here.
