Signing In: Sixteenth of February Two-Thousand and Eight, Forty minutes past Ten.

Somehow, this website won't allow me to post. How sad.

Am I supposed to tell you what I'm like?

I am... a girl... still going through school. My English teacher is of no help at all as she is all too peppy and bright for my tastes.
My ex-English teacher has move because she has been offered a better job in a different State.
I learn the piano, I want to learn the organ again (having difficulty finding a teacher and the actual organ though) and I like music.
I like Classical, Game and Rock/Pop or Metal (occasionally).
I have been known to be a pessimist, be very unobservant, have the attention-span of a fly when I don't find something interesting.
I write mock-assignments in my spare time, read books, write stories and... that's it.
I have short black and red hair, my 'desk buddy' is called (insert name) Grey and is sometimes annoying.
I go to an all-girls school and this has not changed my opinion on V-day whatsoever.
I can't stand it when I Christmas Holidays are over and people squeal, hug, kiss and or scream. Especially girls.
I am a girl. I just have problems with other girls sometimes.
My friends are really...
And I am really... although not proud, I am (at times)
Miss Anti-social.
And I am really... although not proud, I am (at times)
A hypocrit.

And I am really... although not proud, I am (at times)
Just me.

I don't like having to depend on someone, having to need someone whatever the cause. I hate working in pairs, in groups especially in school.
If you're going to drag me down, I'm not going to be a part of it. If I'm going to drag you down, then don't be a part of it.

Like I had once experienced... Don't sleep on someone you don't know - on the 525 bus.

Atra