My Life.

[mank!]

snoop! Not seen you about for ages (or I've blatantly missed you). You going to see the Manics still? If so, where? I've still not found anyone to go with me to the Birmingham gig :\

manky-no-mates :|

 

[-adz-]

Hmm well....

born 22/04/1981 - so no excuses for not sending pressies

Hmm lived in Maidstone, Kent for all but the 1st year of my life. Was in the last year to take 13+ and went to Grammar school (escape teh bullies of course). Grammar school was great, loving it... started my A level maths at 15 (was asked to take my GCSE at 12 but said no). Went on into 6th form to study Maths, Physics and Computer Science. Did well in everything in the first year of A levels. Think i got 97% in one exam for maths (omg). Applied to uni's, didn't turn up to an interview at Imperial College London and still got accepted (omg 2).

Did the classic under age drinking, only late 16+ tbh. Erm, got mugged at 17, knived in gut attempt, but luckily coat saved me. Got majorly beaten, eye hemmerage (sp) top third of one ear cut off and thrown away. Kinda put a dampner on things, tho i went back to school within a week and did a 6 month computing project in 2 weeks and got an A (omg 3). Rest of them slipped, messed up my final modules to get ABC overall. Went to uni of Kent to study Maths and Computing, shouldn't have gone that soon due to a massive phobia of going out and wasted my first year not doing much, in fact nothing. After 4 operations and over 50 stitches and a year of uni, finally got over it and decided to make up for going out.

SPENT THE WHOLE OF THE 2ND YEAR OF UNI PISSED. D0lly will vouch (uni mate). Exams sux0red due to no work. Did ok in 3rd year but due to 2nd i got nothing special to say the least.

Finished uni, parents split up - finally moving into a house with my mum next week. Went to Canada, travelled a bit of Europe.

Still, doing an Msc now, gym, nice income. Erm i'm probably a Kent standard basketball player, and recently taken up badminton (no its not a fag sport ).

In fact, everything is going along well now, brain is working, less drink (tho still get wrecked every now and again), single (tho this seems to only be due to shyness and standards heh) and well thats about it.

Summary

Genius >> Alcoholic >> hopefully genius again

time will tell

 

[Nylex]

Originally posted by FatBusinessman


Hard work, but fun. Possibly a bit too "mathsy", but it's a good course.

Do you need to have done much further maths to be able to cope?

 

[mank!]

Tool are just mind blowingly good. Definitely one of my favourite bands, Aenima and Lateralus are two of the best albums I own. Do you like A Perfect Circle too?

 

[echo]

Originally posted by mank!
snoop! Not seen you about for ages (or I've blatantly missed you). You going to see the Manics still? If so, where? I've still not found anyone to go with me to the Birmingham gig :\

manky-no-mates :|

'ello mate

Don't really post much, and since I only come to the General Forum, you should feel grateful I post at all

I'm going to the Nottingham gig, but might make an appearance in the queue for one of the others to beat up some lad called Phil (pervert groped my girlfriend), and he's going to B'ham, so I might well see you there

 

[mank!]

Hurt him

My pic's in the other thread, if you see me say hello. I may act like a retard, because I am one! Or whatever

 

[old.D0LLySh33p]

I play badminton and it's not a fag sport!

Honest!!!

 

[danger]

Originally posted by mank!
Thanks Danger, I've got kind of complacent feeling like this that's the problem. About sleeping 15 hours a day, is that down to the prozac? Come to think of it, I can sleep for that long for no reason too. Even if I'm not tired :|

I'm doing psychology A level, I've done work experience at a psychiatric ward and I took a general interest in looking up all I could about depression whilst I suffered from it... so I know a bit on the subject....

now the sleep could be caused by the drugs the reason is...

serratonin levels (the happy hormone in your brain [ridiculously high levels induce mania low levels induce depression]) is linked to mellatonin levels (the hormone responsible for sleep... when you're drowsy and ready to goto sleep your serratonin levels drop [that's why you become cranky when you're tired] and you're melatonin levels rise...) now the drugs can induce hypersomnia like you said you're suffering from (which is what I had) or it can induce insomnia... the prozac "munky's around" with your serratonin levels and as such has an unpredictable effect on you're melatonin levels...

ok so enough of the boring stuff.. basically I'd talk to you're GP about it... I did and I came off my anti-D's because i couldn't take the constant tiredness... I've actually never looked back since..

I've also studied cognitive behavioural therapies in school.... apparently it has a very good success rate, so I'd stick with it

If you want me to bore you with any more info I'd happy to

 

[echo]

Originally posted by mank!
Hurt him

My pic's in the other thread, if you see me say hello. I may act like a retard, because I am one! Or whatever

I will, I'll probably end up going to the gig, my girlfriend's doing the whole tour (including the Carling Homecoming gig in Cardiff last monday, where they played a load of old songs and a new one )

 

[-adz-]

Originally posted by Nylex


Do you need to have done much further maths to be able to cope?

All computer science degrees are mathsy. I did a post A level module in my first year. In fact you can argue that most of computer science boils down to maths in the end.

 

[mank!]

Originally posted by Danger^

now the sleep could be caused by the drugs the reason is...

serratonin levels (the happy hormone in your brain [ridiculously high levels induce mania low levels induce depression]) is linked to mellatonin levels (the hormone responsible for sleep... when you're drowsy and ready to goto sleep your serratonin levels drop [that's why you become cranky when you're tired] and you're melatonin levels rise...) now the drugs can induce hypersomnia like you said you're suffering from (which is what I had) or it can induce insomnia... the prozac "munky's around" with your serratonin levels and as such has an unpredictable effect on you're melatonin levels...

ok so enough of the boring stuff.. basically I'd talk to you're GP about it... I did and I came off my anti-D's because i couldn't take the constant tiredness... I've actually never looked back since..

Wow Impressive, you know your shit man

I'm going to see my GP on Tuesday to review my prescription, so I might well be coming off it in a couple of days anyway. If not, I'll bring it up as the constant tiredness thing is exactly how I feel. Sounds just about right.

Cheers

 

[danger]

np dude

good luck....

btw. I haven't heard much by a perfect circle a friend played me some of their stuff though and I remember liking it... Maynard James Keenan is great whatever he does... in fact as soon as my comp / BB connection is up and running I'm gonna go educate myself in a perfect circle's ways

 

[mank!]

Originally posted by .snoopy


I will, I'll probably end up going to the gig, my girlfriend's doing the whole tour (including the Carling Homecoming gig in Cardiff last monday, where they played a load of old songs and a new one )

What was the new song like? If they release another 'Know Your Enemy' style album I'm going to go mad and hurt them

 

[mank!]

Originally posted by ^Danger
np dude

good luck....

btw. I haven't heard much by a perfect circle a friend played me some of their stuff though and I remember liking it... Maynard James Keenan is great whatever he does... in fact as soon as my comp / BB connection is up and running I'm gonna go educate myself in a perfect circle's ways

When you do, give me a shout. I have things you may like! *nudge nudge*

 

[danger]

Originally posted by mank!


When you do, give me a shout. I have things you may like! *nudge nudge*

Cheers dude!!!!

I will do that my friend played me a song err I think it was called 3 Libras which I thought was class

 

[mank!]

Originally posted by ^Danger


Cheers dude!!!!

I will do that my friend played me a song err I think it was called 3 Libras which I thought was class

3 Libras is brilliant, there's some heavier stuff on the album though. It's quite different to Tool, not as dark I'd say. Lyrically it's very different as well, and Judith is simply a tune and many 8th's.

 

[echo]

Originally posted by mank!


What was the new song like? If they release another 'Know Your Enemy' style album I'm going to go mad and hurt them

Apparently quite gnarly, like the rockier moments of EMG.. It's called Forever Delayed (and funnily enough repeats 'forever delayed, forever betrayed, forever dismayed' or something, total Roses in the Hospital ripoff).


And yeah, another KYE and I'll give up on them, but apparently the next will be entirely accoustic, like Springsteen's Nebraska

 

[mank!]

Originally posted by .snoopy


Apparently quite gnarly, like the rockier moments of EMG.. It's called Forever Delayed (and funnily enough repeats 'forever delayed, forever betrayed, forever dismayed' or something, total Roses in the Hospital ripoff).


And yeah, another KYE and I'll give up on them, but apparently the next will be entirely accoustic, like Springsteen's Nebraska

Sounds good. BTW, we appear to be hijacking the thread slightly so er... yeah. Get your lamer arses in #wij on quakenet so I can talk to you all

 

[Mr Bungle]

k...

Born in June 1972, Fishtoft, Lincolnshire... My father was called Francis, my mother is called Janet. Both of them doctors, so my handwriting *really* sucks. My father had 4 daughters (a fair bit older then me) by his first wife. My mum was his second wife. He managed a third which finished him off, women = poison for the men of our family. Shades of the Grimley Curse tbh.

At some point we moved to Winnepeg, Canada. I have a few memories there, most notably winter (apparently I streaked a lot, and nearly snuffed it twice from hyperthermia)... Two most recounted streak stories being the one where I crawled through the dog-flap at 2am and was picked up by two policemen who fed me donuts & warmed me up, and the other when I fell into the Hudson as the snow-melt started breaking up and my dad dived in to rescue me. As far as I can tell I tested the love of my parents frequently during my early years.

Most of the memories I have of that time are when we toured the Rockies, drove across the prarie (BORING - I actually remember being bored), and Lake Eerie. Apparently I inflicted some major trauma on a ferry captain there... The story goes that we were invited onto the bridge of this ferry thing, and the captain stood me in front of the helm... At which point I demonstrated my uncanny knack of destroying machinary by yanking the gear shift thingy into reverse - which threw the drive chain...

While in Canada, during March 1975, my mother gave birth to my younger sister. I was up to watching Sesame St. by then, I have some vague memories of trashing the basement in between doses of Sesame St.

Everything changed. We returned to England (never really did fully understand why, but it seemed to start a rift between my parents). For some reason we moved to Dent a small hill farming community in the Cumbrian bit of the Penines. I never really fitted in there being an engineer/scientist type kid and not doing much in the way of farming... Kinda sets you apart, never took on the accent either, which to this day remains fairly neutral.

I did get bullied a fair bit, but I usually gained the respect of my tormentors. When I go back there they seem to trip over themselves to apologise to me now, I had pretty much forgotten about all that stuff. I can't deny that it did affect me, but it seems to have given me backbone, determination, and independance. The flip side is that I do tend to be solitary and quite shy, but I can mix fairly easily when I want to.

At the age of 8 I first really took heed of the rifts between my parents, and remember a particularly blissful peaceful period during the snowy christmas of 1980. We even did a fair bit of cross-country skiing together and built igloos that winter which ruled. In 1983 a very special thing happened, Dad brought home a BBC Model B micro and I was hooked... Changed my whole life !

By the age of 12 I had pretty much resolved to stop being a little shitbag and try and be the calm one who people turn to in the family.

My parents finally separated during my 4th year, which pretty much eclipsed my studies. It wasn't particularly pleasant, and we were asked to choose which one we wanted, not something I'd recommend anyone asking their kids. We chose dad, because we knew if we didn't he'd go far away... Mum moved out into the village nearby and all was OK but weird. Dad battling with manic depression and trying to look after kids - he did an amazing job when I look back on it.

Soon after my GCSEs things changed, dad moved up to Glasgow, got engaged to would eventually be wifey #3 and I went to boarding school for my A-Levels which really was 24x7 hell. I was a "local" and they were all townies - guess how that one went... There was a lot of resentment between the locals and the kids at that school. Still, I enjoyed playing rugby, which I played with minimal technique and maximum commitment.

I was pretty much settled in by the time my father died on the 23rd of December 1988. It was a strange Christmas, but it was fantastic, we had a good old family cry and then got on with the boozing, just as dad would have wished. I received the photos of my dad's wedding sometime in the new year, and nearly blemished my good behaviour record at that godforsaken school by picking up my study-mate and threatening to throw him through the wall, luckily for me he read the situation and vanished.

Sadly my rugby career came to an end with a cracked kneecap and smashed up ligaments, which wasn't helped by playing 45 mins of Rugby on it (it locked up at the end of the match - much to my annoyance)... The school doctor took a dim view of my swollen knee and recommended that I "run it off"... After 15 miles of X-country in agony it eventually locked up again and I finally got it treated properly. On the plus side I actually came 2nd in the final run I did to the two best X-country runners, pretty much limping the final mile.

Character building.

I got A-Levels in 1990 and a pre-university job placement at INMOS in Bristol. That really was the best place in the world to work if you were into computers. Highly skilled people, with a great atmosphere, flexitime too. I pretty much learnt everything worth knowing about computers there in that year. My mum moved out to South Africa to practice medicine in the Transvaal for a while, it wasn't too much of an adjustment because I was pretty much free-standing by necessity by then. Discovered the point behind getting drunk for the first time and went overboard as most do when they first leave home. I met my first true love in Bristol that year *nearly* got to shag her too.

Eventually I went to Warwick University, and promptly discovered dope & LSD. Went overboard again, but had fun doing it, thankfully. I started to crack up in the late spring term, study stopped totally and I started brooding the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with in Bristol, my dad's death and started to feel very isolated, despite the best efforts of a few very good friends of mine. I flunked the course by 1% (silly me), and was unable to continue it because I had made the cardinal error of trying to pass the exams rather than flunking out *before* the exams. Odd system. By that time I was with a wonderful girl, Mary, whom I miss a lot. She was very warm, a fantastic lover, and extremely supportive. Despite all that depression got the better of me and I folded in on myself, which eventually led to pneumonia, a DVT and lots of hospital over the Christmas period of 1992-3.

I recovered, and enjoyed a lot of good times with Mary, however I ended the relationship because I was finding myself thinking of that damn woman in Bristol. Didn't seem right or fair. I was single for a while, and eventually got to write to that damn woman. I received a reply a while later and went to visit Sarah. We pretty much picked up where we left off and ended up being with each other from 1993 to 2000. We studied at Birmigham Uni together, how I managed to fund myself through without a grant I have no idea... Bloody mindedness I guess. We had a lot of good times, but things went Pete Tong in 1996. We moved to Tunbridge Wells in 1998 so I could work in the City and tried to make a fresh start but it was long since over really. Kinda dragged it out for 4 years which was a bit silly, but we were pretty much each other's family.

The stress of living like that got to me in the end and I quit my job in the City because I really felt that I couldn't cope with the situation with Sarah and the work. I chose Sarah and tried one last time to straighten it out, failed and went into a deep fug for a year. Finally got myself straightened up and started contracting in the city, working on a politically charged project which ended up with me being fired for bullshit reasons and my career ending due to mud sticking. Yeah, tried solicitors etc... Nothing worked. Went into a psycho party mode after that, spent all my dosh, a year later I finally signed on, then shortly after that pride got the better of me and I started work at Sainsburys. Which is where I am today. Single, still sucking at Counterstrike and looking to restart my life.

Cheers,
Brother Bungle [SHOTTEH]

PS. If you've just read the top & bottom of this post, Fair Play. It's too long and I've missed out all the really interesting stuff that I've done for legal reasons.

 

[Sar]

Originally posted by xane
I was born. I have yet to die. I am currently somewhere inbetween them. I'll be sure to let you know if anything interesting happens, really.

Lol


Ok, here goes:

Name: Dave S. James
DoB: 22/09/75
Loc: Belfast
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 11½ st

Born to parents Syd & Margaret, followed by 1 sister in Sep '77. Recently became an Uncle when said sister dropped her spawn in the Mater Hospital back in August. She's managed to avoid killing the little tyke so far

Grew up enjoying school. No bullying, because I could either kick most ppls arses, or outwit em. Was accelerated through Primary school for reading, as I could read 2-3 years above my level. Musically talented, played several instruments and sang solo in the school choirs. Found out I had a higher than average IQ in P7, turned down an invitation from Mensa to join em*, did my 11+, passed it, then moved to Grammar School.

Continued playing instruments here (French Horn and Trumpet, with some Trombone thrown in for a laugh), although I didn't continue singing, as we didn't really have a choir to speak of. Whizzed through 7 years here, finally getting 10 GCSEs without any revision (fucking hated it). Started A-Levels, but left after the 1st year as I began working in BT. Stayed there for 8½ years and left in March this year, then decided to go back to school to gain A-Level equivalency that I missed out on, so I can go on and study for several degrees.

Had quite a few GF's, only one of which was serious though. Single atm, despite Wazz's continued attentions.

Been using PCs since the mid-late eighties, mainly in school then work, before finally buying my own in 1995. Went online the following year and started playing online games (DN3D/QW etc). Been gaming since I was 5, and I started with Pong

Nearly died when I was 4/5 due to appendix very nearly bursting. Fuck me that was sore. Also contracted one of the UK's rare cases of Black Measles, where my skin colour changed from white to black overnight along with lots of measles - apparantly it's my picture in the British Medical Journal, showin off meh spots :/

Interests: Photography, pr0n, Photoshop, art, the net, music, pr0n, reading, writing, games (dur), pr0n, comics (Love Frank Cho's stuff), computers in general (built the last 2 I've had). Oh, and pr0n too.

That's yer lot.





*£500 a year at the time to join em. No fuckin ta, just to attend 3/4 meetings a year for the privilege? Pfft!

 

[Guest]

bodhi, your a cunt0r

eat my socks your imbred mother fucker.


quake2.uk needs you to be as ignorant as the rest of your retard freinds.

please stop being such a moron as to be able to understand other peoples hardships in life.


join your middle class firends in your mdma taking alcopop binge drinikng fuctard ways.

./rant over

brooky.

 

[mank!]

How... pointless. At least post something constructive, yeah?

 

[-adz-]

dunno how drinking alcopops is middle class tbh

 

[danger]

Originally posted by mank!
Get your lamer arses in #wij on quakenet so I can talk to you all

Will do when my computer's fixed (i.e. when scan send me a replacement ram module *hopefully*) Won't be around 'ere much till dec 2nd as I cancelled my 2nd phone line coz BB being activated on said date *wh00p*

 

[wolfeeh]

Life of the wolf

born july 28th 1980, 3 weeks early, caesarean section, weighed 3lbs 3oz, kept in an incubator for god knows how long - in louise margeret military hospital aldershot.

son of rose (55 in january) and ken (was 61 in september) - older parents as you can see... only sister Sarah (21 in february)

currently live with parents, sister, mother's mother, dog (sheba), hamster (steve mcqueen) in llanelli south wales... lived here for the last er 20 years or so since my dad finished up in the army.

went to a local primary school, only noteworthy things being a couple of back and head injuries - head injuries were accidents, back injury was when someone pried my fingers off the monkey bars and i fell on my back on hard dried earth.

had many friends in primary school, but didn't get to see much of them because my sister was getting bullied at the time... my parent's solution to this was to make me take her everywhere with me... my friends soon got bored of this and pretty soon i wasn't really welcome with any of them...

went on to comprehensive school and was put in a form with a couple of people from my own primary... and loadsa strangers... then promptly got seperated from my old friends anyway when i was put in the highest sets for all the subjects and they were in second or third sets...

eeked my way through comprehensive school with no friends out of hours, just a few people to talk to in class... suffered from some sleep disorder where i would only sleep for a few hours once every few days when exhaustion set in... would lay awake every night , sometimes all night, just thinking about shit...

no one really bullied me at this time... there were a couple of fights but they were one on one things and personal... nothing someone would get their "crew" involved over... received a couple more injuries when some people became over-enthusiastic with the latest wrestling craze...(i got suplexed(sp?) off a bench in the swimming pool changing rooms... onto the hard tile floor (ouch)

at this point i was short, skinny, spotty, had an afro... my mum INSISTED i wore her home-knitted jumper instead of a shop-bought one... basically i was not very popular with girls...

panning back a little... i think i'll highlight the one and only regret i ever had about comp-school...

i used to walk home from school (5 mins?), and then immediately get changed, and walk up to my grans house, sometimes with my mum sometimes without... anyway... there was this girl... name unknown... she lived a little ways after where my gran lived... she had a gammy leg... she would walk funny... but she was INCREDIBLY pretty....

anyway said girl would always try and talk to me... even if i my mum was with me... i found it really embarassing... i don't know why... but i would always ignore her... the girl did not KNOW the meaning of shyness... anyway this girl? the one girl in my entire fucking life who has ever shown any real interest in me.... all i'd ever done was ignore her... maybe that's why i'm alone now... who knows (pointless rambling i know, but i think about this at least every other day, and have done ever since the day she didn't walk home with me and i never saw her since.

pan forward.

i was a bit of a geek in school, knew everything, liked by most teachers etc... expected to go far... a little while before my gcse's i just lost all will to go on... there seemed no point to anything... i didn't have any friends, i didn't know what to do... i became ill, strange rashes, coughing, headaches (severe all) and didn't revise for my gcses at all... i scraped passes in almost everything... D's. C's. few B's. an A in welsh. it was ridiculous... i could have had A*'s in everything based on my mocks, but i just didn't give a shit....

i listened to the careers advisers instead of my head and started doing a GNVQ advanced in IT the next year... it was on the campus of the college that my comprehensive school had become, a couple of ppl from school did it too. not anyone i really knew... but anyway... it was sooo much shit... it was all so easy i just didn't bother, i played doom all day every day... i started to get bullied... i never knew why... maybe because i was the most vulnerable target of anyone there... i'd never really been bullied at all before, so i didn't have a clue how to cope with it at all...

come the end of the first year i left due to a combination of not wanting to resit the first year, and not wanting to go back to the bullying.

i did some city and guilds CAD courses and some NVQ's in IT related stuff in a private training centre... got a work placement in a local factory as a draughtsman. great stuff. except i made no friends in the training centre because i was only there one day a week, and the factory was all old engineers 3-4 times my age.

factory closed. spent a year and a half unemployed.

got a job in the ford factory in swansea... was working in the print room on my own all day every day... stunning money... but there was no one to talk to all day... i would go home... and there'd be no friends there either... i was on the brink of doing something stupid, and i decided fuck it i'll go back to college... and i went to swansea bcos of the shit lecturers in the college by my house

had i not gone i'd have been fucked as all contractors were sacked in fords a month after i went. but that's neither here nor there.

did a HND computing... which apparently i've now passed with an overall distinction due to some serious effort...
made no friends on it at all though as 80 people started, less than half a dozen finished including me... every time i seemed to make a friend they would drop out. useless cunts

so anyway here we are in the today... unemployed... waiting for my certificate to come, which should be after the graduation ceremony in the first week of december.

thinking how shit and lonely my life is... thinking about doing a degree next year... but doubt i will work up the motivation to do it... and spending endless days chatting up women in chatrooms, meeting them and shagging them... but not getting anywhere on the relationship front.

let the flames begin

 

[Nos-]

brooky = gay to the core

 

[Damini]

I bet you lot have all been scared of when I'll join in, worried that I'd hit 15,000 words without skipping a beat and work in plot twists and whole scenes with villagers. I'll give you the abridged.

Born 1st of January 1979. I was small and pink, and it was snowing outside. I was the first child, and as such it was my duty to completely test the maternal instincts of my parents by being the most terrifying child imaginable. I worked out at five that everyone has to die, and subsequently decompose, and I set about shattering the fragile play-doh and nursery rhymes lives of the other kids by telling them too. "You're all going to die!! There's nothing you can do about it!!"

The other parents didn't appreciate me doing this. I was the worlds youngest goth, painting drawings of graves and whinging about the injustice of it all. I saw my first psychiatrist that same year.

Despite this, my mum and dad went on to have two more kids. My brother is a punk drummer/biochemist with a high IQ and a high mohawk. My sister is a rather attractive student of zoology who has decided she rather likes people of the same gender.

At eight we moved from London to Bognor Regis. Dad wanted to move closer to his roots (a Bosham lad) and us kids were lured by the fact that Bognor was By The Sea. This, to us, meant untold adventures of sea creatures, treasure, and finding whole dinosour fossils in amongst the rock pools. The grim reality was having to roll up your trousers so you didn't get covered in tar, and making sure not to tread bare foot in dog shit.

The kids in Bognor mocked me, the london lass, for sounding posh. This was a worrying indictment of Bognor society.

Fast forward to secondary school. Starting smoking pot when I was just turned 12, simply because I wanted to experiment rather than be cool. I was bullied at Bognor, but do you know what? I actively embraced it. Gave me something to hiss and spit at. One time this troll of a woman pinned me against a wall and screamed that she didn't like what I wore, and that I was a freak because I was dressed grungey. So the next day I dyed my hair green, wore ripped jeans with purple and black tights, silver docs, black lipstick and bright green eyeshadow. If she thought I was a freak the day before, she'd better think up a whole new range of insults to cover today. I used to get followed around by kids singing the Adams family theme tune, and spitting at me. Once I got in a fight with one of the girls in CDT, and afterwards the name calling still continued, but from a much more sensible distance away I'm a hell of a lot more moderate these days, but I still have my fiest. I just don't need it as much.

Did my GCSEs, started my a-levels, dated a guy my mother hated and subsequently got chucked out of home in the first year of my a-levels and ended up living in a squat with a Schitzophrenic, a heroin addict and a pagan. Which was novel. This lasted a few months before I was allowed back home, and I started my a-levels over again at a new college.

Passed my a-levels with flying colours. My boyfriend went to uni, turned a bit insane, asked to stop being called Jake and instead be called Santini because he'd made friends with an Italian, and informed me Hitler was just misunderstood. He sent me a postcard with cats on asking me to marry him, and the same day shoved his tadger into a blonde fresher. We split up, he didn't take it very well, threatened to kill my mother, and we had a huge argument which culminated in me eating my engagement ring. It made sense at the time, but I fear its still lodged in my colon.

So I emptied my university savings fund, bought a ticket to america for the following monday, and landed in Los Angeles with a ticket back from New York and not even a clue how these two places appeared in connection with each other on a map. It was excellent fun, and I met the leader of the church of evil, who was a terribly nice man.

Went to uni, studying drama, met Kenny in my first year, kept him. I'm in my fourth year now, studying stand up comedy, and when I grow up I want to be a writer.

 

[old.D0LLySh33p]

Ignores rant - wow, I think I've counted 3 posts that have been off topic.

/me claps hands.

My posts seem so small compared to the rest. Oh well.

I can be little like thoddy's.

*little*

Get it?

=====

Extra bit of D0LLy trivia... both of my knees are dodgy. Torn cruciate ligaments on both. One through rugby one through football.

 

[wolfeeh]

Damini - i want your babies

 

[mank!]

I found your post highly entertaining Damini, not sure whether it was meant to be funny though