"tagged"

At Ilya's request......(and Rogeroo's!)

I am: at my desk, writing this...(should be doing essay!!)

I want: a cup of coffee. (obviously world peace, cure for cancer, a good result in my degree, be kate moss-like, perminant lip gloss and more shoes!)

I wish: the above were true

I hate: hypocrasy and my feet.

I miss: my grandparents and Lizzie.

I fear: heights, flying, death and anything happening to Small

I hear: birds and sunshine (yes I can hear the sunshine!!)

I wonder: all the time

I regret: being an arse sometimes.

I am not: stupid (despite what others might think, and possibly the impression I give them.)

I dance: when I feel the need to hear very loud music, with friends and until my feet bleed!

I sing: In the car

I cry: more often than I used to

I am not always: the person others think i am.

I made: Small!

I write: Essays, this blog, notes in class and text messages.

I confuse: how I think it should be, and how it really is.

I need: Small.

I should: be doing my essay

I start: not always at the beginning!

I finish: when I'm ready damn-it!



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