That probably means zilch (formerly "beeeeep") to you. And do I blame you? No. So to unpixelate the shadow which is my face in your mind, I will describe my personaliteeeeeeee! I have my fair share of patriotism, granted, but not so much that I would have the UJ tattooed on my tounge, as one unfortunate friend of mine attempted with a temporary tattoo, which was slightly doomed to failure from the start, as the packaging read "remove with water". But onwards.

I might describe myself as a hippy. But only in the face I love the peace symbol - nothing in my dress sense (slightly diminishing after the unfortunate incident whereby I was knocked on the head by a suprisingly heavy coat-hanger, wandering around daunted as to my location for days after), reflects my hidden hippy-ness. Nor does what I eat. I would seriously love to be a vegitarian, but I wouldn't be able to survive on purely a diet of bread and mushrooms - or would I? Your thoughts.

Gothism is, like, so not me, I went through a slight phase, and although I have accumulated a considerable amount of gothic merchandise, black is not back, and so my clothing has dwindled down to purely a lemming-skin coat, which will hopefully pad me out when I fall from the cliff...

My life is not that of the typical (or stereotypical?) teenage-webmaster. I love shopping, going out, having sleepovers, listening to music (I couldn't live without music, it is intensly theraputic), and going to the pictures. Bowling is the grooviest thing you can do, although not for parties, just for socialising, as my local alley gives out party-bags when you have a birthday. The less said the better - I speak from (hideous) experience!

But if you want to know about hideousness in the realms of ten pin bowling, I can supply many tales. One where my perfectly amiable friend was humiliatingly forced to dance with the food chain "Wimpy"s mascot, burdening her with the less-than-pleasant (but never the less, astoundingly original) nickname of "WimpyLover". I can now totally see through the story I was fobbed off with when she moved to London; "My Dads got a new job". We all know it was because of Wimpy!

I am also the most nostalgic person I know. I love the past, but strangely, the future is the past. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a pessimist - in face, a live for the second optimist who believes she is invincible - it's just that I enjoy situations where I'm totally calm, relaxed and destressed, and until it has happened, that to me seems impossible. I'm a volcano, bubbling under the surface, and people that live near are very cautious. Although residents wouldn't move for the world, at the slightest smoke, they are evacuated. And thats me. No-one dares look over the edge.