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I'm not quite sure why you're here, but if you are, well... Hello. *wave*
I'm a short, little thing with tiny hands from Norfolk, currently residing in Kent owing to pretending to be busy while "studying". I'm doing a Digital Media degree, it's most enjoyable.
I look like this when I'm not asleep:

This is my leading lady:

And this is my little man, The Artist Formerly Known As Prince:

I'm sorry that that was a bit of a cop-out of a page, but fluffy is always better than reading about me. :P
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I'm not quite sure why you're here, but if you are, well... Hello. *wave*
I'm a short, little thing with tiny hands from Norfolk, currently residing in Kent owing to pretending to be busy while "studying". I'm doing a Digital Media degree, it's most enjoyable.
I look like this when I'm not asleep:

This is my leading lady:

And this is my little man, The Artist Formerly Known As Prince:

I'm sorry that that was a bit of a cop-out of a page, but fluffy is always better than reading about me. :P
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» The most childish thing you've done as an adult
Sorry that it's not funny, but I had to share.
Today I did the most child-like thing I've done in years. And that's saying something - I'm the kind of person that keeps a yo-yo in their bag and loves anything that shines or sparkles.
I was driving down the road of my estate, weaving between the traffic calming measures that litter the paths. There is good reason. Kent's finest boy racers seem to take great pleasure in attempting to break the sound barrier down that road. With all the bumps and sleeping policemen, they still go at least 40mph.
And today, as I was following one, tutting, he hit a kitten. I slammed on my brakes, nearly sending myself through the windscreen, and threw myself out of the car. The car in front was speeding off into the distance.
When I reached him, it was clear he wasn't going to be with us long. In the ten seconds between me stopping and running to get to the cat, I'd been mentally calculating how long I was to live on bread and water to pay for the guy's vet bills. Now, I wondered how long he'd be with me.
I picked him up into my arms, careful not to hurt him any more. He didn't resist at all. He didn't hiss or scratch, just accepted. He couldn't have been more than 3 months old. And here he was dying at the expense of some stupid fucktarded boy racer who was showing off his choons and his new exhaust. I sat on the pavement holding him, stroking him gently and speaking to him in a soft voice.
Someone over the road was lovely enough to find me a blanket to wrap the kitten in, and find a phone book. By the time I'd picked up the phone to dial my vet to ask him to come and put him to sleep, he'd gone. It was over in a few minutes, and I think he was so out of it from the knock that he wasn't suffering. But regardless, it's fucking horrible.
He didn't have a collar on, and nobody I asked knew whose he was. I later went and rinsed the blood away from the road. I hope that whoever's missing him right now just thinks he ran away to a new family, as unrealistic as that is.
So the most childish thing I've done as an adult is cry like a baby for a cat I'd never even seen before. And I feel no shame in it. I'll never forget him.
(Sat 19th Sep 2009, 23:37, More)
Sorry that it's not funny, but I had to share.
Today I did the most child-like thing I've done in years. And that's saying something - I'm the kind of person that keeps a yo-yo in their bag and loves anything that shines or sparkles.
I was driving down the road of my estate, weaving between the traffic calming measures that litter the paths. There is good reason. Kent's finest boy racers seem to take great pleasure in attempting to break the sound barrier down that road. With all the bumps and sleeping policemen, they still go at least 40mph.
And today, as I was following one, tutting, he hit a kitten. I slammed on my brakes, nearly sending myself through the windscreen, and threw myself out of the car. The car in front was speeding off into the distance.
When I reached him, it was clear he wasn't going to be with us long. In the ten seconds between me stopping and running to get to the cat, I'd been mentally calculating how long I was to live on bread and water to pay for the guy's vet bills. Now, I wondered how long he'd be with me.
I picked him up into my arms, careful not to hurt him any more. He didn't resist at all. He didn't hiss or scratch, just accepted. He couldn't have been more than 3 months old. And here he was dying at the expense of some stupid fucktarded boy racer who was showing off his choons and his new exhaust. I sat on the pavement holding him, stroking him gently and speaking to him in a soft voice.
Someone over the road was lovely enough to find me a blanket to wrap the kitten in, and find a phone book. By the time I'd picked up the phone to dial my vet to ask him to come and put him to sleep, he'd gone. It was over in a few minutes, and I think he was so out of it from the knock that he wasn't suffering. But regardless, it's fucking horrible.
He didn't have a collar on, and nobody I asked knew whose he was. I later went and rinsed the blood away from the road. I hope that whoever's missing him right now just thinks he ran away to a new family, as unrealistic as that is.
So the most childish thing I've done as an adult is cry like a baby for a cat I'd never even seen before. And I feel no shame in it. I'll never forget him.
(Sat 19th Sep 2009, 23:37, More)
» My Biggest Disappointment
Easily.
Primary school to high school.
Going from a sleepy grammar school with some wonderful childhood friends and pretty much being god there, teachers who thought I was the best thing since sliced bread and a music scholarship offered...
To being bullied for four years, getting shit grades at GCSE, and being ignored by anyone who didn't insult me.
And then I got to college...
Sorry for lack of funny. :(
(Thu 26th Jun 2008, 14:52, More)
Easily.
Primary school to high school.
Going from a sleepy grammar school with some wonderful childhood friends and pretty much being god there, teachers who thought I was the best thing since sliced bread and a music scholarship offered...
To being bullied for four years, getting shit grades at GCSE, and being ignored by anyone who didn't insult me.
And then I got to college...
Sorry for lack of funny. :(
(Thu 26th Jun 2008, 14:52, More)
» Accidental innuendo
And just yesterday...
I'd put some stuff on the washing line in the morning, and by the afternoon here in sunny Norfolk it began to piss it down with rain.
And rather loudly I announced in front of both brother and boyfriend:
"Oh no, my knickers are getting wet!"
Whoops.
(Sun 15th Jun 2008, 10:43, More)
And just yesterday...
I'd put some stuff on the washing line in the morning, and by the afternoon here in sunny Norfolk it began to piss it down with rain.
And rather loudly I announced in front of both brother and boyfriend:
"Oh no, my knickers are getting wet!"
Whoops.
(Sun 15th Jun 2008, 10:43, More)
» I don't understand the attraction
Football Manager Games
Now, see, as a nerdy video game type person, I can understand why people play the football simulation games (Fifa, yey!). But Football Manager? I just... I don't get it. At all. I wish I could, I feel like I'm desperately missing out on something. :(
(Wed 21st Oct 2009, 13:07, More)
Football Manager Games
Now, see, as a nerdy video game type person, I can understand why people play the football simulation games (Fifa, yey!). But Football Manager? I just... I don't get it. At all. I wish I could, I feel like I'm desperately missing out on something. :(
(Wed 21st Oct 2009, 13:07, More)
» Get Rich Quick
Lets just say
that when you're 15 and just got your first bank card that ZOMG WORKS ON THE INTERNET, the idea of buying 500 glowsticks to "sell at £1 each" sounds like a fantastic idea.
I ended up £15 out of pocket with a load of glowsticks that half the time sprung a leak and covered the wearer in neon goo.
(Sat 2nd Aug 2008, 19:54, More)
Lets just say
that when you're 15 and just got your first bank card that ZOMG WORKS ON THE INTERNET, the idea of buying 500 glowsticks to "sell at £1 each" sounds like a fantastic idea.
I ended up £15 out of pocket with a load of glowsticks that half the time sprung a leak and covered the wearer in neon goo.
(Sat 2nd Aug 2008, 19:54, More)