Me llamo Charlotte. Me gusta yendo. I don't really speak spanish.
a) All forms of non-modernpunkeygayboywithtoomucheyeliner rock music.
b) Matt Bellamy, because he is the God of Sex and good music and has amazing piano hands. (yes, Muse did exist pre-twilight, fangirls)
c) Dark and depressing fanfiction. Darkward = win. Nuff said.
b) Rainbow stripe gum (you know, the one with the zebra on it that nobody sells anymore, and it tastes really good for about one minute until the taste of the rainbow fades and you have to pull out another stick of it)
c) Funny people.
d) mlia, fml, tfln, failblog.org, and best of all: i-am-bored.com (there are only so many ways you can survive through riveting biology lectures).
e) Elizabeth Studbutt and Anna NotAVanBadass, my two bestestest partners in fantasmicalness.
f) As mentioned above, piano hands. Just my thing. I can't decide if I have them or not.
g) Cold weather and rain.
h) England (if only if I wasn't holed up in the damned fiery sinkhole)
i) Robert Pattinson, even if his head is just a bit too big for his body.
j) oooh and blue. There is only one shade that is very hard to find for clothing.
And things that I have a particular distaste for:
a) Mean people.
b) People that talk too loud into their phones or in places that are meant to be somewhat quiet, people who don't put on their blinkers and drive like a deranged chinchilla on cocaine, dishonest people, on-and-off people (all teenage girls will understand me), college boys, high school boys, all religion classes, Indian teachers I can't understand, writing with terrible grammar or misuse of commas, people that say 'like' more than they breathe, small vocabularies, crappy headphones (I need my Shures for true happiness), democrats, BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA, socialized heathcare, Nancy Pelosi, socialism, and Hitler. Really hate him.
Now leave me alone. Shoo, children, and feed yer minds.