Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away
OK so I'm Ginger-Bizkit, I'm 17 years old and still play hopscotch in the street. I'm from ye good olde England and I like to swear at people in Afrikaans. When I grow up I will be able to speak German. Pleased to meet you. Heck, have a hug!
There's not much to say about me. What you see is not necessarily what you get. I'm basically you're average teenage girl, with a love of pretty things, bright colours, randomness, QUESTS!, msn, and cinnamon whirls. I still not that keen on eating, and I'd rather have a bowl of cereal at dinner than a hot meal. I have a brain like a sieve, I rarely leave my room, and I often have to get through my two-and-a-quarter hour lesson on a Relentless high.
Despite what someone thinks, I have not lost my love of life. Mine can be a bit of bitch...most of the time. I'm sick of being used by the friends I love so dearly. But small things make my world worthwhile. Like hugs, laughs, and finding a "self destruct" button on the till at work. I also like to freak out old people by making them think I have a baby. Alternatively, blow bubbles away from me and I will happily chase them like a four year old!
I used to write a lot but various things in my life have caused me to grind to a halt on that front. The Boy-Caddie is helping me think straight though and the ideas are accumulating quickly; soon I shall put pen back onto paper...or just open a stupid word document on my laptop. When I am grown up, I will use all of these memories as inspiration.
There's a very special person who is absent in my life. He had the choice between Converse or wings, and now flies ahead of me without a care for the world below him. So, I guess he's my guardian angel. That or he's an angelic stalker.
I like to listen to Alyssa's drunken exploits with Uncle Terry and Uncle Urien. Caddie is my conscience incarnate. I like to bitch about people to my Aunty Maddy...(though I hope she doesn't secretly mind!!) Disney & Muppet movies are the Sex, as are dragons. I like my dragons. I miss my old friends badly 'cos I'm an absolute SUCKER for the past. Bring back 90s Nickelodeon! I don't know how I used to survive not having friends living in a half-hour-walk radius from mich.
My cousin is leg-END!:
"Put it this way, if you ever get stuck in a zombie survival horror, you'd better bloody hope you're with me! I know how to SURVIVE!"
His random exploits and quotes make me laugh! He comes out with the weirdest suggestions. He helps me so much I can't ever hope to repay him. His advice is truly golden.
Meine Freunde sind fantastich! Be jealous.
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Why I love two certain people:
They include me in their jokes & plans. They don't expect me to be anything more than who I am. I love the smileys I find in my notes. Makes me :)
They make me laugh until I (...make weird gremlin noises...) cry.
I'm no longer the "backseat" friend who catches all the dust. They don't take advantage. They don't make me feel like crap. They won't make me get sick. They've made me realise how STUPID I was. And that I really shouldn't be so paranoid. I wish I were brave enough to say you guys were the bestest friends I've ever have, but I don't want to jink myself.
xXx
I have never been so lucky.
I have never been so scared of being abandoned.
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