
Have decided to tell you all a bit about myself. No, not my real name. It's German and it sucks.
Age: 19
DOB: 10 - 08 - 1988
Status: Single (and has been for the last nineteen years.)
Height: 189 cm (which might explain the single thing. Just goes to show that size always matters. To men anyway.)
Hobbies: Writing. Writing. Writing. Reading. Being a student (which makes sense because...)
Currently in my second year of varsity (in Pretoria, South Africa) where I'm taking Philosophy, Psychology, Criminology and Ancient Cultures. Did Latin last year as well but decided that I had enough of a workload for this year. Criminology rocks.
Hometown: Windhoek, Namibia (use to be South-West Africa)
Siblings: One younger brother, Alexander. I almost drowned him when we were both still in diapers. These days we get along much better. And one half-sibling, Benita Guinevere, Five months old now.
Parents: Four. My mother got married three years ago, or four, who cares. I like her most of the time, but she's the only person who makes me cry. From her I get my thick-sculled-ness (although my dad is equally stubborn), my blond hair and green eyes. My stepdad is even more of a neatfreak and perfectionist than my mother is. My dad lives somewhere in the middle of nowhere and works for an electricity firm. He, 50, got his girlfriend, 28, knocked up and now they're married. And so happy it makes me sick sometimes. Um, okay, not really. I'm glad for him. From him I inherited my height, he's even taller than me, my great cheekbones and the slight blue tint in my eyes. My step mom is a middle school German teacher from Germany.
Pets: My cat Tenshi, who has dissapeared, presumed dead. My other two cats, Cat and Penutbutter, living with my dad. My dog Kuro, a cross between a Rottweiler (don't think that's spelled right) and a Labrador. Rosie, cross between black Ridgeback and lab. Nickie, special pavement special.
My room at home is small and painted blue. Here in Pretoria I live in what was once a livingroom, with bay windows, wooden floor, that funny ceiling that looks like it's been molded by something and a fireplace that got it's chimney stuffed. I sleep on a matrass on the floor because I broke my bed (get your minds out of the gutter). It's actually more comfy. I have two desks but I also use the floor to put things down. I like doing the dishes, laundry and tidying other people's rooms. My room is never tidy, but also never dirty. I never watch TV (because it feels like a waste of time that I could be using to write) but I get to see movies at my friends houses sometimes (which is okay because those aren't fory five episodes long and even if it's a bad ending, there is eventually an end).
Physical Thingies: I have a huge scar on the right side of my waist that looks like I was attacked by a chainsaw murderer, but it's actually from a kidney operation. There is a little bit missing from the top of my left ear because the doc who was supposed to flatten my ears (which looked like satelite dishes before) botched it all up. Most people never notice. I have a lot of scars on my hands because I use them a lot (I'm very good at fixing stuff) and there is one scar on my knee from when I fell out of a tree when I was younger and landed on a fence. There is a scar in my hand which can look either like an F, a J, a Y, an H or a T, depending on the way you look at it.
My best male friends are called Johan (who isn't talking to me, because he is a sensitive bi-polar prick and I gt ma at him for doing drugs), Franco, Jandre and John. My best female friends are Yelena, Anthea, Nicole, Anandie, Fiona, Sharon, Edwina and Rebecca (although I'm not sure about her anymore). I don't have any non-best friends. If you're my friend then you're my best friend. If you're not, you're an acquaintance.
Okay, I think that's enough. If there is something you really want to know (and NO I am not telling you anything about he-who-shall-not-be-named) then ask.
- breathes deeply -
Right. Enjoy your day. And read.