Helen. 20. Witty, intelligent, beautiful…what more could you want?
…Oh, the truth? I’m alright really. I draw, I paint, I read, I sing along (albeit badly) to just about anything. Often to sounds made by inanimate objects or the bits in songs that aren’t supposed to be sung. It’ll annoy you, I promise. Especially if a Tom Morello solo is involved. Ouch.
On paper…literally on paper I mean, I have a bad habit of using rhetorical questions and verbally dissecting anything I say in the previous line, adding any sub-text that comes to mind. Sorry about that. Also a fan of sounding overly pretentious – you may have noticed. In person I’m far more common/vulgar/manic/messy. Delete where appropriate. Any ego you might be sensing is, for the most part, tongue in cheek and for my own amusement. Seriously, I’m an alright kid.
Study a Fine Art degree at Newcastle College at the moment, 'cause I don’t have a clue what to do with my life career-wise. And hey, I enjoy getting covered in paint etc. It’ll do until I find something else to put 'real life' on hold for longer.
I don’t drink, which people seem to think weird. “What, you’re 20 and you’ve NEVER been pissed?! Jesus†It’s not really a principle thing; I just haven’t found a drink I like. Thus far I’ve always managed to have an alright night out for under a fiver anyway. Buzzing. Besides, if you’ve seen me sober you’ll know full well it’d be a bad idea getting me drunk anyway, I’m bad enough as it is. In an endearing way, naturally.
Moved to Newcastle with three blokey friends back in September. But I'm a creature of habit and I'm still not sold on the change. You're more likely to see me knocking ’round the Angel back home in Durham if you’re into that sort of thing. Mine’s a Diet Coke, yeah?
