Hello...
How nice of you to drop by!
I really wasn't expecting visitors...
Oh! No! Come back! I didn't want you to LEAVE. I was just...! Oh, never mind.
I don't see why I even try.
My name is Irene300. Coughnotmyrealnamecough. It was what my parents called me. Weird, I know, having numbers in my name. But I think it makes me unique. And it does. This is a fact. My parents tell me I'm special.
As I am relatively new to this, you will have no choice but to forgive me for my blatant lack of content.
I have nothing whatsoever to write for my profile, so I'll tell you some writing-related facts about myself.
I was forcibly given the position of "Agony Aunt" for my school's newspaper. I very much dislike ("Hate is such a strong word") my teacher for asigning this to me. But the it is alright now, as I am no longer Agony Aunt. The world is a better place. VICTORY IS MINE!
I very frequently get "writer's block", so keep expectations pathetically low, and we should get along swimmingly.
I debate. In english. As that is as far as my linguistic skills can reach.
That's about it. So, I have recently posted my first story!! Well done, Irene! So, go read it, then review, then simmer, stirring occasionally, for a further five minutes.
After re-reading my profile, I noticed something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Very very wrong. Very very VERY wrong. Very- OK, I'll stop.
I havn't talked about music. One of the only things I could never live without.
Damn. I've just given you a way around my immortality, haven't I?
Well, whoops!
Anyhoo! I am open to different kinds of music, though I hate rap and Britney Spears with a passion (No, not the fruit, you sick, fruity-minded people).
Nickelback, Vertical Horizon, The Killers, The Kings of Leon, Oasis, The Raconteurs, Rooney, The Spill Canvas, and Staind, to name but a few.
Some of my favourite quotes, with no relation to english writing other than the fact that they are written in said language:
(Ghandi) "You must be the change you want to see in the world."
(Family Guy) "Bonnie: Somebody save him, he can't swim!
Peter: Oh, he's not even kicking. Kick Joe, kick.
Lois: Peter, he's a paraplegic!
Peter: That doesn't mean he can't hear. Kick Joe, kick!"
(Sweeney Todd) "What is this?...Looks like piss...Smells like piss...This is piss...Piss and ink".
(Family Guy) "Stewie (in car with Brian, says to police officer): We met on the Internet. He lured me into the car with promises of candy and funny stories"
Brother: "What happened to Granddad?
Me: "He's dead"
Brother: "Really? What happened?"
Mother: "He died when you're dad was a baby"
Brother: "Oh..."
Contemplative silence
Brother: "What's for lunch?"
Entirely inappropriate laughter
Yes. How random.
Anyway, that's about it.
...Bye?
xxx
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