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? just turned seventeen, around a month ago.
? is in college. A sophomore.
? lives in a flat just across the street of the universtity (hence the growing weight problem).
? lives alone. Well, virtually. She's supposed to have roommates, but most of the time, the    mates aren't in the room anyway, so she could do pretty much anything she wants.
? doesn't really do anything. Outside her flat, anyway, except for walking to and from school and    buying food or books or renting movies.
? needs an alarm clock to wake her, but the clock doesn't really work all the time.
? loves staying up late.
? loves the morning, too.
? hates waking up when she's fallen asleep in the middle of the day.
? hates waking up when she's fallen asleep in any part of the day (she only loves the morning    after the shower).
? can't fix her fan so she's being extra careful now not to even point any bilaterally symmetrical    part of her body in the direction of the ominous gaping mouth of doom... or her hair.
? has four pairs of Chucks.
? has one pair of ladies' sandals.
? loves her mum even though she tells Andie that she would be better off with less baggy pants    and shirts that weren't so tight.
? loves her papa even though he tells Andie that she is a chronic neurotic (if there ever was    one), although there isn't much anxiety and depression to speak of and the hypochondria is    directed to other people.
? , yes, suffers of misdirected hyphochondria. She thinks most people are sick.
? loves books.
? loves Elmore Leonard.
? loves Mario Puzo.
? loves Arthur Hailey.
? loves Robert Ludlum.
? loves John Le Carre.
? loves James Michener.
? loves Stephen King's It. Just It.
? loved Far From the Madding Crowd.
? hated Wuthering Heights.
? loved Don Quixote. Still does.
? loved, just loved, Dosteovsky.
? loves movies.
? loves mob movies.
? loves war movies.
? loves Bruce Willis.
? loves Robert Carlyle.
? loves Marlon Brando (especially his perforamance -okay, not just his performance- in    Streetcar).
? loved Legolas just recently, Orlando Bloom, maybe, but Legolas, yes oh yes.
? loves psychological thrillers.
? loves scary movies, but only up to the psychological thriller level.
? hates teen movies that show teens wasting their lives but are still considered cool.
? hates teen movies that show teens having sex... and actually thinking about it afterwards.
? hates teen movies.
? doesn't know what to think of Oliver Stone.
? loves Martin Scorcese, though.
? reads the book and doesn't just watch the movie.
? hates it when music icons make movies... except when it's Bon Jovi or Sting. Oh, okay, Will    Smith is okay.
? doesn't know how to react to black rappers in movies.
? doesn't know how to react to black rappers never dying in movies.
? doesn't really know how to react to the overpopulated black-rapper community.
? doesn't really know how to react to the overpopulated boy- and girl-band community. Oh, wait, she does know. *puke*
? surprisingly, though, loves a1. Maybe it's the nursery-rhyme-like songs that remind her of her    lost childhood.
? didn't really make too many friends in her childhood.
? didn't really make too many friends in high school (at least not as much as the enemies).
? , now that she's started to groom her eyebrows, doesn't even look like she wants to make    friends.
? doesn't have a car, but would like a Humvee someday (No, it's nothing psychological that I    have to make up for my shortcomings, I just thought they're really cool 'cause they wreck everything in the movies).
? is a sucker for oldies, although she doesn't really know why.
? loves putting a song on repeat and well, just absorb and be absorbed by it.
? loves absorbing and being absorbed by oldies. :)
? can never seem to make pictures blend in photoshop... no matter what the filters and the doohickeys involved. *sigh*
? has already made around a dozen sites before this, but has never finished anything... including this.
? likes to think that she is a work in progress.
? likes to think that the stuff she does are works in progress.
? isn't a work in progress... and neither are her works.
? normally has writer's block. The juices only come flowing as often as other people having writer's block. :p Screwy.
? is now a bit more sure that she loves Orlando Bloom, but is still wondering if it's maybe just the effect of reading May's Dreams.
? will update this whenever she thinks of something else. For suggestions, email me. :)
?isn't her real name, obviously.

 

Okay, again, now as much as I want it, I don't really own Orlando Bloom, nor has he
given me any (sign) authority to write stupid drunken stuff about him that you
could find here. I'm merely doing this for my own benefit (mainly, to keep myself
sane, but that's not the point) and I hope that he is not, in any way, insulted or
hurt or whatevered by this site. I'm only having fun with this because I'm not getting any.

Peace.