dirty_little_secret
- Name
- Hannah NL
- Age
- 13
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Great Britain (UK)
- Joined date
- July 29th, 2008
Stories
Poems
Life in a Breath
July 29th, 2008
Journals
You are KIDDING me, right?
November 7th, 2008The Hottie Test
August 5th, 2008I'm a REBEL!
August 4th, 2008Chocolate Milkshake
July 29th, 2008
About
Heyla.
So I thought, it's time I update my profile.
Hmm... what can I say?
Most of my main confidantes live in different continents, mainly Northern America and Australia. My best friends are on the site too, and are right here with me at WHS, London .....
I am obsessed with the Twilight Saga. Edward Cullen is the best thing ever contributed to the vampire world. Stephenie Meyer beats Bram Stoker anyday.
Because REAL MEN aren't afraid to SPARKLE. But I am on Team Jacob too... who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
Umm... what else? I hate my Russian language elective. After three years of it, I can only say "previet" which means hello, and "harashow", which meaning I have forgotten.
I am afraid of my Russian and French teachers.
I cannot live without my iPod G3 Touch or Sidekick Slide. Unfortunately, I am being forced to presently, as it turns out I can get very, very angry and scream (therefore punching the wall and getting a tissue fissure in my knuckle xD) loudly at my older sister (who is a cow) and have an out-of-body experience at the same time.
QUOTE:
(Wednesday 19th of November 2008, WHS, Mallards Canteen, Concession Line)
"I just wish I could go up to him, pull that stupid stud out of his ear and yell, "MERRY CHRISTMAS, WILLAIM!"." Pauses. "Would that be mean?"
"Yes." Says Jane, one of my best friends. "It would be bloody, and gutsy and gorey and mean and painful and horrible, and you are a nice person and DON'T DO THAT."
I pause thoughtfully.
"You're right." I say. "The white shirt we wear for uniform... it wouldn't work. It'd get blood everywhere- make it a bit obvious... he'd have to be wearing a black jumper that day..."
- a few days earlier-
"Ugh, that- that- ugh! Well you know what?! I hope Will and his 16-year-old-idiotic-girlfriend are happy! Hope they're the best couple! You know why??!"
My friends stare, bemused, at me.
"Yeah, I'll tell you. ROMEO AND JULIET DIE IN THE END!"
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What else? I listen to Fall Out Boy, Metro Station, the Jonas Brothers, Paramore, etc.
I love the song "Scream" by Zac Efron. It's my life written all over it. (apart from the raining basketballs, which shows his pyschological state of symbolic depression involving basketballs, according to my friend Stephanie)
That's pretty much it, really. I know I sound pyschotic, but I'm not that bad... (...)
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I ESCAPED THE MENTAL ASYLUM. BUT THE DOCTORS THERE WERE SO HAPPY TO BE RID OF ME, THEY DIDN'T BOTHER COMING BACK.
So I thought, it's time I update my profile.
Hmm... what can I say?
Most of my main confidantes live in different continents, mainly Northern America and Australia. My best friends are on the site too, and are right here with me at WHS, London .....
I am obsessed with the Twilight Saga. Edward Cullen is the best thing ever contributed to the vampire world. Stephenie Meyer beats Bram Stoker anyday.
Because REAL MEN aren't afraid to SPARKLE. But I am on Team Jacob too... who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
Umm... what else? I hate my Russian language elective. After three years of it, I can only say "previet" which means hello, and "harashow", which meaning I have forgotten.
I am afraid of my Russian and French teachers.
I cannot live without my iPod G3 Touch or Sidekick Slide. Unfortunately, I am being forced to presently, as it turns out I can get very, very angry and scream (therefore punching the wall and getting a tissue fissure in my knuckle xD) loudly at my older sister (who is a cow) and have an out-of-body experience at the same time.
QUOTE:
(Wednesday 19th of November 2008, WHS, Mallards Canteen, Concession Line)
"I just wish I could go up to him, pull that stupid stud out of his ear and yell, "MERRY CHRISTMAS, WILLAIM!"." Pauses. "Would that be mean?"
"Yes." Says Jane, one of my best friends. "It would be bloody, and gutsy and gorey and mean and painful and horrible, and you are a nice person and DON'T DO THAT."
I pause thoughtfully.
"You're right." I say. "The white shirt we wear for uniform... it wouldn't work. It'd get blood everywhere- make it a bit obvious... he'd have to be wearing a black jumper that day..."
- a few days earlier-
"Ugh, that- that- ugh! Well you know what?! I hope Will and his 16-year-old-idiotic-girlfriend are happy! Hope they're the best couple! You know why??!"
My friends stare, bemused, at me.
"Yeah, I'll tell you. ROMEO AND JULIET DIE IN THE END!"
-.-.-.-.-.--.-.-.--.-.-.--.-.-.-.-.--.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.--.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.--.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
What else? I listen to Fall Out Boy, Metro Station, the Jonas Brothers, Paramore, etc.
I love the song "Scream" by Zac Efron. It's my life written all over it. (apart from the raining basketballs, which shows his pyschological state of symbolic depression involving basketballs, according to my friend Stephanie)
That's pretty much it, really. I know I sound pyschotic, but I'm not that bad... (...)
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::
I ESCAPED THE MENTAL ASYLUM. BUT THE DOCTORS THERE WERE SO HAPPY TO BE RID OF ME, THEY DIDN'T BOTHER COMING BACK.
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