Have attempted to start about fifty blogs before, I never quite manage to post every day, and am beginning to feel decidedly left bewhind in the digital age - or maybe i just feel aged. Given that I am in fact 18 and not 90, I thought I'd hop right on the bandwagon before it starts tolling downhill scattering pilgrims and textiles to the winds. Just a short one to ease me in then.
+I am an 18 year old Oxford reject
+ I recently cut my hair short+ dyed it red - i miss my old black hair, long = something refreshing about looking like a pasty wicked witch of the west after a Christmas binge - you know the people around you must really love your personality.
+ I have to organise my skittles sweets into colours and then eat the entire colour in order of howmuch i like the taste. Currently, it goes yellow, green, orange, purple, red. Depending on the day, I may mix up the purple and the red but for the most part, I always finish with a red unless something ghastly's happened and I've been tricked or murdered.
+I would like to be an author and harbour dreams of my own stage show though am neither funny in large groups or really original enough to pull it off. I say I want to be a teacher but I sincerely doubt I'd just be happy with that.
+ Today i realised I'm officially not a child or adolescent anymore. And I do miss that selfishness. A lot.
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