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Filthy.Gorgeous
This disaster we call
Amanda Max Jameson
But call me
Amy
Age means nothing
24/June/1994 = eighteen, baby.
Flesh and blood
I'm a girly-girl, and I really don't know who I love anymore.
It's just how I roll
Holy shizzle, a whole place to talk about my personality? Awesome! Okay, I guess I just made my first point. I'm totally self-absorbed and I find it difficult to think about other people. It's not that I don't try, I just find it hard to imagine things going anyway other than mine.
But, despite my flippant tendencies, I'm actually a nice, fun-loving person. I try my hardest to be nice to everyone, until they do something to prove they're just not worth the effort. A lot of people tend to describe me as hyper, or insinuate that I'm on Speed, but is there really something wrong with being cheery? I like having a smile on my face 24/7, thanks.
I have been known to flip out on occassion though, and when I explode, I explode. When I get angry, it would be your best bet to get yourself out of the firing line, even if you're not the person I originally started shouting at. I can be a real b***h sometimes.
It's a little fuzzy, but I'll tell you what I know
The story of my life? Whoa, buckle up kiddies, it's a long ride. Let's start with the basics. I was born in the land of sexy, sexy Scotland. Don't know where that is? Find that little blip on the map called the UK. It's at the top, can't miss it. I don't know anything about my birth parents, 'cause I'm adopted. I'll go into the details of that later. But anyway, my biological parents...All I know is this: they were young, far too young to want kids, still in secondary school, and that my mother's last name was Jameson, as is mine. Anywho, they put me into an adoption centre in the little ol' town of Dundee. It's pretty well known, but not as big as Glasgow or Edinburgh. I was there for what musta been the first three, four years of my amazing life. Too vague? Well, toddlers don't count.
So, as I was saying, three or four years in this adoption centre and I was adopted. It sounds like a long time, but considering how long some of the others had been there, I got off lightly. I was adopted by this really nice Yank couple who lived in London. Thanks to them, I now sometimes get a drawl when I talk, which is not cool among your English friends, trust me. I love my parents more than the world, but sometimes I wonder about what my real parents are like. I mean, are they chavs, goths, emo? Are they still together, do they have good jobs? All the questions that keep swirling round my head that no one has the answers to. I could ask the people themselves, but I'm scared to find them.
``` I tried to learn guitar once. I broke every string.
``` I can sing really well, but sadly, not in front of people.
``` I'm in love with body modification. I have spiderbites, my ears are stretched to 8mm, my left eyebrow is pierced and I have a tattoo on the small of my back. It's a cross with an Egyptian symbol meaning "Only God Can Judge" in the centre.
``` Whenever I say my parents, I'm referring to my adopted parents, unless I specifically say otherwise.
``` My friends are my world. Mess with them and "eh'll wrap yer ja' mate".
``` The idea of relationships scare me, especially when faced with the dillemma I'm having over my crush right now.
``` If you lend me something, you might not get it back. I'm a little forgetful at times.
``` I say, "pyoor mentos" a lot. I'll have you know that I coined that phrase.
``` My artistic skills stop at stickmen. Really. I like to look at art though.
``` You won't find me without some kind of music playing thingy-ma-bob. iPods for the win.
If I could I'd change
Umm, well firstly, my eye colour. I'd love to have some really nice, cool blue or grey eyes. And secondly, I wish I didn't constantly find myself attracted to girl five.
I'll never change
My nose. Seriously, it's absolutely perfect in every way imaginable. Not too big, not too small...Okay, I sound like a sadact don't I? And something else...? I guess I like my personality. I'd hate to be a b***h. But then, if I was a b***h, I'd probably enjoy it wouldn't I? Hmm...
I think I'm in heaven
[+] Food. Because y'know, who doesn't like to pig out every once in a while?
[+] Concerts. A mosh-pit is the coolest way to break your bones.
[+] Watching movies. Snuggling on the sofa is the easiest way to get a gir- uh, I mean boy, to like you.
[+] Being with girl five, for some unfathomable reason.
[+] Skateboarding. I just love to see those girls and guys kickflippin'.
[+] School. Yes, I am being deadly serious.
[+] Pie. Nope, I don't really like pie that much. That was just me demonstrating my love of saying random stuff.
[+] Primark. Amaaaaazing shop.
[+] My parents. They're super-awesome.
[+] My friends. Because, y'know, without friends I'd be a loner.
My idea of hell
[-] Homophobes. I'm not sure what way I swing, but I sure as hell know that I don't like discrimination.
[-] Needles. Perhaps that's ironic due to the many piercings and tattoos I have, but whatever.
[-] Shy people. I don't dislike you exactly, but I like people who'll be open and outgoing.
[-] Rap. Can't stand it. Really, people need to find some good music to listen to.
[-] Labels. That may sound hypocritical, but hear me out. I dislike labels when used in a deraogatory sense. Not in general.
[-] Chavs. "Find a chav, beat it up and all the day you'll have good luck."
[-] Tea. The classic English person's drink for everyone but me. But I guess I'm technically not English.
[-] MySpace. It's for losers.
[-] Racism. If I hear a single comment about someone's skin colour, I'm not liable if I punch you in the face.
[-] AIM. Its only purpose is to crash my laptop.
Shh, my darkest secret
I drink far too much. It's not a problem though. How can something I enjoy so much be a problem? None of my friends know about it though, since I tend to drink alone in my room, rather than in bars or clubs.
Don't call me a baby
[D:] Spiders. Icky eight-legged creatures.
[D:] The dark. Well, not so much the dark as what could be hiding in it.
[D:] Relationships. I haven't dated anyone properly since I was sixteen. Here's hoping I don't suck.
Ear sex
Shut Me Up -- Mindless Self Indulgence
It's you I love
Girl five, though I have no idea why. She just makes my heart race.
