In case you’re wondering, this is me:
I think I may be crazier than is good for me. I love space and the sea. I want to surf but I’m scared of sharks. I wish I could sing (or look) like Katie Melua. I don’t want to go to work. In fact, I’m pretty much allergic to me. Seriously, ask The Boy. It’s a little oddment of my personality, along with being solar powered (I think doctors call it S.A.D.) I love my friends.
I’m more talented than most of the world is willing to accept. By which I mean I should be a writer, but I keep not writing anything because if it’s not as good as I think it should be I’ll cry. I understand American Football, which is a good thing because apparently there’s a lot of it in the States. It would seem I don’t understand it that well, however, because I chose to be a Cincinnati Bengals fan. I want to be fluent in French, German and Spanish, but I don’t like learning things. I always want to be able to do the thing I’m learning already – I don’t like not being able to do something. Yes, I was that kid in class who always had the answer and got moody if I didn’t get to give them. I wish I could sing and play piano, one of which (the one that doesn’t require the genetics) I plan on taking up when I move. I want to be an actress, but I don’t want to have to work for it. I might sign up for an extras agency in the U.S. though. I think Natalie Portman is beautiful. I’ve been compared to Lola (of Charlie & Lola) and Dory (of Finding Nemo). Acts of heroism make me cry. Actually, since The Boy, a whole bunch of stuff makes me cry. People who can raise one eyebrow make me laugh. I can’t do it. My dad could raise alternate eyebrows and wiggle his ears at the same time; something I have, sadly, not inherited. I wish I’d met Elvis and Frank Sinatra. Children and animals watch me for no reason I can fathom. I’ve been knitting a small pinkish teddy bear for about a year. According to one of those ‘what kind of worker are you?’ tests I’m not a finisher. I can believe that. My faith in humanity is tested about once a day. I make a killer White Russian, but I can’t drink lemon vodka.
I’m a pirate.