Bonjourno.
My name's Ellen, I'm 15 and I live in the ever awe inducing London.
I would love to travel, but I'm pretty sure it would break my heart to be away from my country and family for too long.
I'm pretty independent. I have a weird tendency to think about my stomach before anything else (GCSEs, homework, tidying my room, buying groceries, cooking etc. are waaaaay down on my list. I like to eat, I just don't like preparing the food)
Everyone who knows me are, in the eloquent words of my best friend, 'surprised I'm not as big as a house by now'.
I like to ramble, and I love to talk. I could talk for hours.
I'm youngest of three, oldest just turned 22. Bastard.
I like the following words;
Wanker
Gumption
Cripple
Jiffy
Contrary
Leer
Debauchery
and (that's not a word I like, it's just a connective)
Prick
I've been told that my sparkling wit is legendary.
OK, so I told myself that. What I have been told is that my sarcasm is annoying, and that if I have nothing worthwhile to say I should shut my trap.
Yeah, I know. Ouch.
I warm up to people quickly, but I'm not very trusting. I've read too many murder mysteries.
Yeah, buster. I'm on to you.
Sorry, I've just always wanted to say (or type as the instance called for) that.
Feel free to PM me, especially if you're from another country. I always find meeting people from different cultures is fun. Informative.
Oh, and I use way to many big words in my head and when I type, but they always seem to trip over each other on their way from my mouth to the air (to FREEDOM) and I end up looking like a stuttering fool.
So that's why I was so socially stunted before I met my friends.
It is NOT MY FAULT. It is my mouth's fault for being dysfunctional.
Stupid mouth.
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