I think I've decided what I'm going to do next year in college. I think I'm going to drop fine art for good, as well as environmental science. Maybe pick up two new AS levels and continue them into a third year. I just don't see the point in doing art any longer. I've cried over it, been angry over it, been depressed, annoyed, frustrated and stressed out over it; no more. My tutors and I don't see eye to eye, we hardly agree on anything, and I don't feel as if they see me as a credit to the class like most of the others. How can I carry on with something if I don't enjoy it? All it causes me is misery. I can't do the things I want to do in that class. I don't like acrylic paint, so why am I always pushed into using it? I don't like using canvas, so why do they always create a fuss if I don't use it? I don't like collage because it's primary-school-ish, so why do they insist that it's important??? Every Monday morning I wake up and wonder why I have to bother rolling out of bed. I know it will mean attending a class I hate for two and a half hours and leave me feeling awful. My last art tutor in high school was more than a teacher to me. She was my friend and guided me through problems I couldn't solve on my own. She didn't criticise my taste in art, and instead she encouraged my love for fantasy. I always looked forward to my art lessons, especially on Fridays because it was back-to-back with my ceramics class, and that meant a full three hours or so of pure creativity. Now I just feel stifled and bunged up, a bit like a bandaged wound that needs to bleed. I sometimes wonder if my imagination is dying a very slow, melancholy death. Half the time I sit in front of a blank piece of paper I just stare at it for an hour and nothing happens. No ideas. No inspiration. No speck of the magic that art used conjour up in me. How can I possibly be rendered this incapable of drawing something? It's like being a car trying to run on an empty tank of petrol. Maybe I spent too much time worrying during the GCSEs. Even then I had no ideas. I literally had to force out an idea for my final piece, but it wasn't too bad I suppose; just badly executed since I can't paint very well. I don't particularly like painting by any stretch of the imagination. I probably would if someone taught me how to use oils and watercolours flawlessly, like Boris Vallejo or Luis Royo, or even Jonathon Earl Bowser. Perhaps I could write to one of them and beg them to take me on as a summer intern, but the chances of me being accepted into their own homes, under their own kindness is slim to none. Besdies, one lives in the United States, the other lives in Canada, and the other one, probably Spain. I doubt they'd pay for my ticket either. I guess writing's the only thing I've got left. I'm no good at anything sciency, and I can't get my head around numbers, and I'm not exactly the most mentally articulate and careful of students in philosophy, though I do enjoy it. Maybe a 9-5 desk job is the only thing I can fall back on. Perhaps my dream of being an internationally renowned artist is nothing more than a dream. It's probably best if it stays that way too.

¬_______________¬

Brody Dalle is the biggest manskank I've ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes upon... darned new fangled picture box... damn 'woman' needs to tone down the Courntey Love-like schlagness. It's effin GROSS.

My mother is a cretin. She should be dead.

MY NEEDLESS RAMBLING

I know you probably don't perceive me properly judging by the content of my bio... it's brash and abrasive and on the whole not really me.

I'd love to offer you all my sincerity, but experience has taught me that it's not a smart move to be trusting from the word 'go'.

I'd love to care about you, but realistically would you care about me; send me at least one message a day asking how I was, what I'd been up to, etc? Ask me if I wanted to talk about it, and give me your advice?

I'd love to tell the world my life story just to make sure you'd know I was real, but there are some memories that I want to keep myself, and some impulses that compell me to feel masked and fake.

I guess at the end of the day you'll leave this house in search of another one, and might reflect upon what you've read for maybe a single moment, and forget all about me. Au contraire, you might reflect upon what you've read so much that you'll send me a message, whether positive or negative, and will wait for a response.

Just a note for those who would, no doubt, feel the urge to send negative messages: don't forget that there are fingertips made of human tissue, bone and blood typing the words you see before you. Nothing's automated. Nothing's planned prior to submission. So if you really can't stand something about me, stop yourself and ask a question about the thing you want to flame me about. Perhaps the answer you'll get will transform your hate into admiration (for lack of a less egocentric word... apologies).

Just think.

I think it's extremely hilarious that there's a 20 year old woman in my class who is basically trying to split up my boyfriend and I... ¬_______¬

Do you get the impression that she's either incredibly stupid or incredibly bored?

I think both. She clearly doesn't have the capacity to act her age, which is rather ironic since I think everyone gets the idea that there's plenty of empty space between her ears.

If she had a brain cell she'd be dangerous.

Glorified sluts are funny, especially when they're thicker than I am not.

Ahhhh life is good ^__________________^

*Drags herself away from the lappy to force herself to do SOME work... grrrrrrrrrrrr hate art......*

:Name: Louise Anne Pritchard
:Does your name mean anything?: Famous warrioress in battle apparently... yay I'm Xena!
:Were you named after anyone?: Nope
:Nickname(s): Lou, Loopy, bitchface (thanx Rach)
:Date of birth: May 16th (go buy me something, shiznits!) 1988
:Place of birth: Waun Fawr, Caernarfon, North Wales
:Current location: Heywood, Lancs
:Religion: Other. I study various kinds of witchcraft and follow an eclectic, mish moshed path of philosophies and the like
:Height: 5'6 I reckon
:Shoe size: 8 UK size... big feet for a girl
:Hair color: Platinum/golden blonde
:Eye color: Bluey green
:What do you look like?: Oh let me think, I look like a MARTIAN!!! Go look at my pic if you wanna know!
:Describe yourself in 5 words: Artistic, stupid, mong, annoying, weird
:What are your worst qualities: Ego tripping when I don't feel good about myself
:What are your best qualities: My artistic ability, or my loyality. I dunno which.



Do You Have...
:Any sisters: 2
:Any brothers: 1 in-law and 1 step bro... meuch
:Any pets: 3 cats, 1 dog, 4 fish
:A disease: Not as I know of
:A pager: Nope
:A personal phone number: Yes but that's only on a very need-to-know-"help i'm trapped in a burning house" basis
:A leather jacket with studs on it?: No... I'm not that old school
:A heroin needle: Feck no... >:(
:A pool or hot tub: Fuck I'm not rich...
:A Car: No I don't own one yet :(


Describe Your...
:Personality: Rather eccentric, a bit all over the place, don't know whether I'm coming or going.
:Driving: I don't drive yet
:Car or one you want: One that runs
:Room: A shit tip
:School: College thank you very much... me likey very much
:Relationship with your parents: Touch and go
:Believe in yourself?: Now and again
:Believe in love at first sight?: I'd like to, but I don't
:Consider yourself a good listener: Damn straight! :)
:Consider yourself a good friend: I guess I'm average... I tend to neglect people sometimes
:Save your e-mail or conversations: Only if they're vitally important
:Pray: Usually.
:Believe in reincarnation: Very much so
:Like to make fun of people: Only if they deserve it. If you're emo, then you deserve it!!
:Like to talk on the phone: Yeah
:Like to drive: Let's get this right... I - DO - NOT - DRIVE - YOU - MORONIC - QUIZ - THING
:Get motion sickness: Yeah usually if I read in the car or on the bus or something... blech...
:Dream in color: Dreams in colour are the only ones you remember apparently, and yes I dream in colour all the time
:Type with your fingers on home row: Home row? I'm an imbecile
:Sleep with a stuffed animal: Nah I just use my pillow as my friend now.


What Was/Is (or Are)...
:Right next to you: Duvet
:On your mouse pad: I don't have a mouse pad. I use a laptop
:Your dream car: Nissan 350Z... only because I customised a really cute blue one on NFSU2 and I fell in love with it...
:Your dream date: [Xaero]
:Your dream honeymoon spot: Somewhere original and exciting
:Your dream husband/wife: [Xaero]
:Your bedtime: Whenever
:Under your bed: Everything I usually want to find but can't
:The single most important question: Is it really worth it?
:Your bad time of the day: Usually when I wake up.
:Your worst fear(s): Spiders (because I'm oh-so-original), men that are bigger than me, confrontation, birds flying overhead, because they have a tendency to shit on me... ¬______¬


~*HAVE YOU EVER*~
Lied? Who hasn't?
Broken a bone? Never
Been in a fist fight? No I'm way too weak to physically fight with someone
Dyed your hair? A few times
Gotten in a car accident? Yeah; that was pretty freaky
Driven illegally? God this is tedious... I DON'T DRIVE YOU DUMBFUCK!!
Been suspended? Nope, I'm a good student 0:)
Been expelled? Nope, I'm a very good student 0:)
Given the finger? Yeah coz I'm totally bad-ass... heh... sure
Rebelled against authority? Yes indeed :)
Been in jail? Nopeties
Night or Day?: Day
Sick minded?: Yeah quite a lot
Drugs?: NOPE
Vacation Spots?: Egypt (it's so lovely on the Nile), Malta, and I'd love to go to Alaska
Favorite Flower: Every girl likes roses of some kind :) And I really like rare orchids. I can't remember the names of the specimens though
Sarcastic or serious: You can't really have one without the other...
Sexiest person ever: [Xaero]!!! *Kiss, lick, bite, fondle, etc... ;)*
Favorite Sport: Swimming
Summer or Winter: I'm going to be awkward and put Spring and Autumn
Favorite Animal: I love LOADS of animals, but I can't have one of each as a pet, so I'll settle for dogs for now
Sun or moon: MOON!!!
Fire or Ice: Fire... mmmm toasty warm
Split Personality?: Yeah mine can be rather extreme depending on what's going on in my day
Best friend: [Xaero], Rizzie
Alcohol or sex: My liver needs punishing, and I must punish [Xaero] >:) hehehe... so both!
Religion: Various types of witchcraft
Favorite saying: I don't know; I've never really read a thousand books, or watched a thousand films just to find my favourite, maybe because I have a life o.O or not...
Favorite Book: The Harry Potter series!
Favorite type of weather: Ones that are kind to my hair
What do you fear most: Haven't we been over this before??
favorite store: HOME BARGAINS!! GOOD SHIT FOR CHEAP PRICES!
Glasses: I do have a pair but I never wear them... heh
Braces: I used to
Potty Mouth?: Aye!
Smartest Person you know: Gemma, [Xaero] coz he knows lots about science, Emma because she's a HTML wiz, and Ross because he knows lots about communism and political history
Ever been drunk: Yep
Love or Hate?: Love

Images of Betwys y Coed, North Wales.
Please note that I did not take these photos myself. I purposely put them here for someone to take a look at. They've been pulled from www.where-can-i-find.com . Any problems? Message me.




I walked along the entire length of the river... I fell in the shallow part fully clothed in front of everyone... dipstick...




Swallow Falls; my favourite part. I hiked to the top and drank the water from its spring.

I'm not feeling too well right now. Maybe I'm just a little emotional because I'm due on. Or maybe it's just me being whiney.

I hate this town. I wish I could take everyone that matters to me back to Wales and be in the countryside again. I've lived here not so far short of a decade and I still hate it. Concrete, asphalt, traffic jams, an orange glow at night... it's awful. It's too suburban for my liking. It's an in-between that has no balance. There's no space, there's no peace, there's no quiet, there's no calm, there's no serenity... car alarms, children screeching, the rumble of freight lorries... ugh... I don't feel like myself in this place. I miss my home so much. I miss the village where I grew up, I miss my garden, the farms and open fields, I miss my old room... I miss everything.

But if I'd never moved here I wouldn't have met [Xaero]. I guess I could say that it was just part of my destiny to leave and move here. I don't regret being with him at all. He's the reason why I don't wish I could turn back time, because leaving the past the way it is means we are the way we are.

But I think of Dad and it all changes. Wales reminds me of him. I don't remember all of the bad things my Mum does. I know he didn't support us properly and he wasted his money on booze. I know that he told the woman he was seeing that the only reason he married my mother was because I needed a surname. But I never witnessed these things directly. It hurts like hell, because he's my Dad, and though I hate to admit I loved him, I did. I'm not sure if I still do. It's probably more of a contemptuous love.

I need to shut up. What's done is done.

*sigh*

But I just can't let it go. I haven't seen him for almost half of my life. I'm nearly 17. He hasn't been with me for my 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th or 16th birthdays... and he won't be here for this one. He's got a different life altogether. He lives in south New Zealand with that woman, and two kids, of which only one I've ever met. Worst of all he has another daughter. Felicity. I've never even seen a picture of her. The reason he wanted me was because his mate Egrin told him his wife had given birth to a baby girl, and so he came home from the pub, and said to my mum 'we should go for it'... and they did. I came along. And then he went away when I was about 8. And I feel totally fatherless.

It's as if he's died and I've never properly grieved. But I know he's still alive somewhere, but we never keep in touch. I don't have that much to say to him. He's not a strong enough father to say anything to me.

I feel very lonely.

T= Tony Blair
M= Michael Howard
C= Charles Kennedy
MS= Madam Speaker
P= Public
B= George W. Bush

Note: Imagine these characters talking with chipmunk rodenty voices quite fast, k?

~ * ~

MS= Someone get me a cup of coffee!
*backbench dude goes running off for some Kenco*
MS= Mmm, that's better. Proceeed!
T= Right, so here on my lovely blank piece of paper, I propose that we increase the number of stealth taxes, and put the rates up by 10%!!! I need the money to buy Cherie something nice for her birthday. All in favour?
*Michael Howard stands up outraged*
M= No way, you doddering buffoon! You can't use the people's money as your own, least for all for Cherie!
T= Oh alright then; how about I buy something for George? Haven't seen him in a while. I wonder if he's still on holiday at his ranch in Texas.
*Charlie gets up, looking flustered*
C= Have yer listened to the way ye talk!?
*Tony raises a condescending eyebrow*
T= Have you??
C= Aye, I 'ave, an' I make more sense than yuu, ye bloodey swine. Who on Earth would be as stuped to vote fer yuu??
P= Err, that would be us! Sorry 'bout that!
*Public waves at Parliament*
C= Oh well that explains it all then, dun' it?? Ye shouldn't be given the right te vote if that's the sort'a vote ye make!
P= Well it was either him or you and we chose him. Go figure!
M= And what about me? I wanted to put a limit on immigration and give you the chance to go for the jobs they get!
P= Cockel picking??? You must be joking, sunshine. Get foreigners to do that.
M= How dare you?!!!
P= Well if I went cockel picking I wouldn't be able to go the pub, would I?
T= Oh so that's where your dole money goes, eh? Good investment! Tell you what, I'll increase your dole money by 20% so you'll have enough left over to spend on your kids. How's that sound?
C= Are ye pullin' me leg!?
T= No... why? Would you like me to?
*yankyankyankyank*
C= Stop that ye fool! Ye can't just give 'em more money! They spend it on booze, 'n fags, 'n all sorts'a garbage!
T= Alright then, erm... no more money for you people, so instead, more money for benefits for the immigrants!
M= Push off, you stupid sod! You can't give them money! They don't work to earn anything!
T= Well you'd complain if they did.
M= Send them home! Give the money to OUR people! They can go elsewhere! We've got too many foreigners as it is!
T= What like you?
*Michael sinks down in his seat and sulks*
C= Ye best park yer backside, Blair, else ye'll be gettin a caber tossed at yer head!
T= I didn't know you took part in the Highland games! Could you teach me a couple of things, Charlie?
C= Oh... ehh... yeh I dun' see why not.
T= Jolly! We can hire a nice hellicopter to take us up to Scotland on the weekend.
C= Where'd ye get that kind'a moneh?
T= Them!
*Tony points at the Public*
P= Whoa hold your 'orses sunshine, you ain't taking my money to pay for you to go and play ring-a-ring-a-rosie with carrot top over there.
T= Oh I wasn't; I was going to take everyone's money. That better?
P= Oh right I see... yeah that's better. Best that everyone chips in, eh?
C= Eh wait a second! Don't you call me a carrot top, ye stuped cockneh!
T= Oooh Charlie, Charlie you can't say that, it's not politically correct. Call him a Southern Londoner.
M= Oh give it a rest you stupid git! You can't take the tax payer's money to go and play games in Scotland! Are you really that retarded!?
T= PC, Michael, PC... can't say that word.
M= Oh yeah? Who are you to stop me?
T= Oh didn't you know? I'm ruler of this country so I can stop anyone and anything from doing stuff.
C= Ehhh... you're only Prime Minister, yer not king or emperor or summat...
T= Lmao! Oh Charlie old boy, but I am!!
C= YER WANT A PIECE OF ME!?!
MS= OI! No fighting in Parliament. Hang on; I'll be back in a minute lads.
M= Where the hell are you going!?
MS= To Ladbrokes. I want to put fifty on Charles. Don't start till I come back.
*Madam Speaker scurries off with her purse*
T= Oh you're such a lark, Charlie! You really are. It's all too obvious why you didn't win the Election.
M= Now you're going to bitch about him when the only reason you got voted in was because you were a default option??
T= No I was not! Who told you that? Was it Gordon!? It was JACK wasn't it!? They're both after my job, you know!
MS= I'm baaaack! Right, go on Charles! Beat that motherfucker!
*Tony glares wide eyed at Madam Speaker*
T= You can't say THAT!
MS= Hush up, Blair. Go on, Charlie! Kick his arse!
C= Err, yeh... right... erm... COME ON THEN, YE WEASEL, GET WHAT'S COMIN TO YEH!!
*Charles runs down the steps of the aisles and grabs the big gold sceptre off the big wooden desk thing in the middle of the floor, and proceeds to whallop Tony*
M= Where the hell's he trying to run off to!?
*Tony runs to the backbenches and talks to someone on his phone whilst Charles chases after him*
T= Haha! You're -ooooph!!- in for it now, mate!
C= OH YEH??? BRING IT, YE POMPOUS, GOOFEH TOOTH BASTAAAARD!
*SUDDENLY the doors of Parliament are flung open, and who should be standing there but GEORGE DUBYAH BUSH!*
T= Told you that you were done for!
B= What seems to be the problem, Tony?
T= It's Charlie, George, he's claiming he'll beat me up!
*Bush steps up to Charles and looks him up and down*
B= Son, do you know that you look like the spittin' image of a guy the FBI hunted down on suspicion of being a member of Al Qaeda?
C= No...
B= I have reason so believe you are hiding weapons of mass destruction.
C= That's a bunch of crock! Ah don't have any weapons!
B= Son, what are you holdin'?
C= A SCEPTRE, yeh stupid yank!
T= PC, CHARLES, PC!!
C= SHUT YER TRAP, YUU!
B= I shall have to take drastic measures. I must fight the war on terror and defeat the enemy. Come on boys, it's off to Scotland.
*Bush and his US troops roll out of Parliament and head up north*
C= NOW LOOK WHAT YE'VE DONE!!
T= It's all part and parcel of being PM, sugar. Don't hate!

[about me .1.]
-- Name: Louise
-- Nickname: Lou, Loopy
-- Birthdate: 16/5/88... go buy me something :)
-- Birthplace: Waun Fawr, Caernarfon, North Wales
-- Current location: Heywood, Lancs
-- Eye color: Bluey green
-- Hair color: Platinum/golden blonde... peroxide free
-- Height: 5'6 or 7
-- Righty or lefty: Righty



[about me .2.]
-- Your heritage: Welsh (Celtic), English, and possibly some Scandinavian
-- The shoes you wore today: Not worn any yet.
-- Your weakness: Chocolate, and saying 'yes' to people who don't deserve it
-- Your fears: Spiders, birds flying overhead because they have a tendency to shit on me...
-- Your perfect pizza: An edible one
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Earning a seven figure income





[abaut me .3.]
-- Your most used phrase: Friggin hell
-- Your thoughts first waking up: Meh I'm awake... blech...
-- Your best feature: Hands or wrists, maybe eyes... I'll leave that up to you
-- Your bedtime: Whenever
-- Your most missed memory: Everything during year 9 and 10





[about me .4.]
-- Soda: Dr Pepper or Kinnie
-- Fast food joint: I don't really like fast food...
-- Single or group dates: Single
-- Adidas or Nike: Neither; I like Skechers
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate mmmmmm
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino





[about me .5.]
Do You:
-- Smoke: Nope
-- Swear: Way too much
-- Sing: Yeah but I'm all crappy because of my cold
-- Take a shower every day: Indeedy
-- Have a crush(es): Does [Xaero] count? He does?! Jolly good :)
-- Are you in love: Completely ^________^
-- Want to go to college: I am in college
-- Like high school: I didn't like it... got bullied all the time
-- Want to get married: Yeash pleashe :)
-- Believe in yourself: Sometimes
-- Get motion sickness: Only in the car, and I've got an empty stomach. Or if I read... ugh I hate that
-- Think you're attractive: I'll leave that to you
-- Think you're a health freak: No but I should be more conscious of what I eat
-- Get along with your parents: Yeah a bit
-- Like thunderstorms: Yeah
-- Play an instrument: Piano, sax, clarinet, violin, bit of guitar, recorder (don't laugh...)





[about me .6.]
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: No... it's due time for a piss up
-- Smoked: Nope I don't smoke
-- Done a drugs: No way
-- Had sex: Yeah... ;)
--Had unprotected sex: No
-- Made out: Indeedy
-- Gone on a date: No but I really wanna go to Wagamama in Manchester...
-- Gone to the mall: Yeah, I can't avoid it
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Nope; don't get them over here
-- Eaten sushi: No, but I do like it
-- Been on stage: No... those days are over u___u
-- Gone skating: Nope
-- Made homemade cookies: Nope... mmmm cookies
-- Gone skinny-dipping: No but I want to :)
-- Dyed your hair: No
-- Stolen anything: Not that I know of lol





[about me .7.]
Ever...
-- Smoked pot, or done any other illegal drugs: Nope
-- Had Sex: Yep
-- Cheated on someone: Absolutely not >:(
-- Been in love: Yeah
-- Had your heart broken: Yeah... it's a bitch
-- Broken Someone else's heart: Yeah... sowwi... <:(
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: No... wanna [Xaero]?
-- Been extremely drunk: Yeah I was hallucinating lmao!
-- Been caught doing something: Like what??
-- Been called a tease: Yep I have
-- Gotten beaten up: No thank god lol
-- Shoplifted: Nope
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Nah; I figured it would backfire if I did





[about me .8.]
-- Do you hope to be married: You've already asked me this haven't you?
-- Numbers and names of children: 2's my limit... boy and a girl... can't decide on names
-- Describe your dream wedding: Something big and proposterouly expensive ^________^
-- How do you want to die: Painlessly
-- Where do you want to go to college: I am in college
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Commercial/freelance artist, authoress, illustrator, uni prof
-- What country would you most like to visit: Jordan





[about me .9.]
In a Guy….
-- Best eye color: Anything really
-- Best hair color: Something dark
-- Short or long hair: Long-ish
-- Height: Either my height or a bit taller
-- Best weight: Whatever's healthiest for them
-- Best articles of clothing: Baggy jeans! But not around the knees like an idiot emo kid... just low enough to show a bit off ass ;)
-- Best first date location: Wherever!
-- Best first kiss location: Wherever it feels right





[about me .10.]
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: None
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: [Xaero], Rizzie, Nadz
-- Number of CDs that I own: Many
-- Number of piercings: Ears, and I want my tongue done
-- Number of tattoos: None as of yet
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Once or twice I think
-- Number of scars on my body: Under 10 I think. Mainly cat scratches. My biggest is my cold burn.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Uber lots of things

Remember that there's a reason why you have a conscience: it's there for you to use it. Guide your judgements by your true gut instincts. Be honest with yourself. Don't pretend there will never be consequences. Don't cheat yourself by saying it doesn't matter. Think about what you're doing; the people you may hurt, the spirits you may break; the happiness you may plunder.

It doesn't take much to have a heart.

favorite color? Blood red, ivy green, black and pink, and blue
favorite gun? I'm against the possession/use of all firearms
favorite sport? Rugby
favorite basketball team? Don't have one
favorite football team? Again, don't have one
favorite baseball team? Same again
favorite boxer? Hate boxing
favorite rapper? Probably Ludacris because you can't take him seriously
favorite vidio game? Quake 3 Arena. It's the best stress reliever ever!
favorite food? Salmon!
favorite song ever? Oh don't make me choose...
favorite drink? Kinnie, but you can only get it in Malta...
favorite alcohal? Dark/gold rum, Baileys
favorite smoke? I don't smoke
favorite actor? Johnny Depp
favorite actress? Julie Walters or Goldie Hawn
favorite car? Nissan 350Z
favorite movie? Probably Overboard
favorite monster? I don't have one...
favorite killer? The guy who murders everyone in 'Copycat'... can't remember his name
favorite weapon? Either the railgun or rocket launcher on Q3A. In real life: NONE.
favorite rock? Obsidian. If you mean gemstone, then emerald
favorite dog? I love 'em all
favorite animal? I love most of them!
favorite T.V. show? Dirty Sanchez
favorite football player? Bleuch... hate football
favorite basketball player? N/A
favorite friend? They're all my faves!
favorite hobby? Drawing
favorite website? Not this one for sure...
favorite pair of shoes? My beaten up Skechers
favorite shirt? Probably Andy's Soil top. I intend on stealing it one day!
favorite pants? My torn jeans from New Look
favorite person in the world? Andy
favorite cartoon? DBZ!!!
favorite number? 3
favorite book? Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
favorite DJ? Don't have one in particular
favorite ice cream? Mint choc chip or caramel
favorite church? La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, purely because of the architecture
favorite school? Ugh...
favorite item of wealth? Money duh!!
favorite injury? Probably all the cuts I get off my psycho cat lol
favorite possetion? My silver pentacle necklace
favorite place in the world? Not seen the whole world yet; I can't decide
favorite instrement? Piano
favorite scar? My cold burn scar. Don't play with deodorants... they will hurt you...
favorite feeling? Post-orgasm elated-ness lol!
favorite pinpal? Don't have one...
favorite painting? Don't make me choose this one either!
favorite T.V. system? One that works preferably...
favorite action movie? Anything Indiana Jones-y!
favorite comedy? Monty Python and the Holy Grail!!!
favorite horror movie? I dunno... I like loads
favorite hat? I only have one- my pink suede Von Dutch hat
favorite truck? Mitsubishi Warrior
favorite colone? Ehh, spelt wrong for one thing!! It's cologne dimwits. Let's generalise this: what's my favourite fragrance? Ocean Dream by Georgio Beverly Hills.
favorite body wash? St Ives Collagen Body Wash
favorite plant? Forget-me-nots.
favorite continent? Europe, because it's riddled with history and art
favorite day? 16 November
favorite alien movie? Signs
favorite pop? Kinnie