Dillusional
was born approximately eighteen years ago into a spectacularly nutty family as
the eternal first and oldest child. Several hours after birth, she was shut
into a lift alone, while her mother yelled at the supposedly incompetent nurse
who put her in there in the first place. She was returned within minutes with
no damage. He father has since then fervently sworn that she was abducted and
replaced by an alien. She thinks this rather rude.Upon
growing up, Dillusional has discovered a love for sarcasm, an extremely odd and
dry sense of humour, and a pathetic sense of balance. She has frequent
encounters with the floor, the stairs, doors and coat racks because of this.
Many people find this very amusing. Her father likes to give her that 'You
really are ridiculous' look.
She also
has an addiction to dying her hair different colours, no matter how stubbornly these
colours fade. Post-box red, electric blue, burgundy and purple have been her current
choices. She's considering green at the moment, and is wondering how humorously
her grandmother would react if she actually did it.
She has her
nose pierced, and has been trying to decide whether she wants her belly button
done for years. She still doesn't know. She thinks it looks nice, but the idea
of infection or getting it knocked makes her a bit woozy.
Dillusional
is an impressively rubbish cook, and is baffled by her cooker at home. The fact
that the top oven is both an oven and a grill makes things far too complicated
for her. She can make toast pretty well, so it's a good job she loves it
really. She also makes great alphabet soup, pot noodles and pop tarts. It's a
gift.
She lives
in sunny old
England,
where it is actually sunny on occasion, and rainy the rest of the time. She
doesn't mind so much, she likes the rain. And Brits make awesome tea. She likes
tea.
Dillusional
gets through at least one tube of lip balm a month, because she can't seem to
break the habit of biting her lips, and the balm seems to be the only thing
that helps. Unless it’s fruity flavoured. Then she just eats it, which doesn't
help at all.
She jumps
at loud noises and laughs at silly things.
Dillusional
writes a lot of lists. She can't seem to function without one, because she forgets
the things she's supposed to be doing. Lists motivate her to get on with
things. She has a special notebook just for lists that she carries around
almost everywhere.
She most
especially likes to write and to draw. She studies art at college, and hopes to
work as an animator for Pixar or some other cool place some day. She tries to
update her writing regularly, but has been having trouble doing so in the past
few months. She can only apologise, and hopes her readers don't mind too much,
because she has other things to do as well as write, annoying as that is.
Dillusional
is terrible at keeping up with her email, and so apologises to those who have been
waiting for replies from her for months. She will answer them all, promise.
She is a
tad obsessed with bourbon biscuits.
If you wish
to talk to Dillusional, the best thing would be to either leave a comment on her
livejournal, or email her. She'll answer you eventually.
She's
starting to think that she should stop talking in third person. It can't be
healthy.
She hopes
you are having a nice day.
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