So yeah..this is my first diary entry. I have no idea how i stumbled across this site, but im glad i did. Im not much of a talker, but i sure as hell can rant. If you read my profile thing, and you got the impression im a bitch, hit the back button your browser now.

There's some things i can handle. And there's some things i cant. These things consist of hipocrits, liars, fakes, jerks and chavs. Im sorry i have been reduced to using that label, but i have no other word as to what i can describe these guys as. In my opinion, labels are the most awful thing ever. I hate being labelled. So what if you think im a skater, emo, punk, goth or mosher? Keep that stupid idea to yourself, i honestly dont care. The truth is, im neither of those. And if you actually took the time to get to know me, you'd realise im my own person. Everyone else is take..so why even try to be someone else? Its pretty damn ridiculous if you ask me.

Anyways..i think i should move on..or i shall be stuck on that subject for quite some time. Most of the time i just rant on and on until someone finally tells me to shut up. But there's no-one here to do that. Right! I better stop ranting or i shall i annoy myself. I think i should get on now and tell you about my life so far..Yes?

Okay. So...I took my first breath on the 10th August 1992. (Which means my birthday is in just about 8 days!) I was born in a hospital. In Sheffield if ya didnt know  =] My natural hair colour is brown. But since i was 9, that colour has been changing rapidly. My hair has been pretty much every colour you can think of. Brown, Black, Blonde, Blue, Green, Pink, Purple, Red and due to a misunderstanding my hair even went ginger. So yeah, you could say i have a big issue about my hair. But thats the way i like it. The current status on my hair at the minute is purple. Which is soon going to have flourescent pink streaks in it. Reading this, im guessing you're thinking im weird yeah? So what. I dont care what your impression of me is. To be honest, i really couldnt give a shit. Movin on...my eyes are different colours. They're brown, green and blue. They change. And i dont know why. I really would prefer them just to be all green. I love green eyes  ^.^  Another thing i love, are needles. Im shit scared of them..but i just love to look at them. I guess you could say im intimidated. Oh well. My life, not yours right?

Ive been moving house a lot recently. In this past 6 months ive moved 3 times. In the past year, ive moved 7. And i hate it. Im losing pretty much all my friends. And as soon as i make new ones, i have to leave again. At the minute, im back in my home city of sheffield. Which i am currently loving! Cause im re-united with all my mates who i havent seen in at least 6 months..some did come and visit me though. My closest friend Gracie spent the whole of last summer with me in L.A. Yep, thats right...6 whole weeks with my bestest ever friend! It was fuckin amazing. Nothing is stopping us from being with each other now though. Especially not half the world! She doesnt even need a bus ticket to get to my house, nevermind a passport! She only lives down the street. In fact, she was here just under 2 hours ago.

You know what is also amazing? Im reunited with my old crush Jason. We both used to date..but we split up cause i had to move. Which really sucked. But now im back. Ive only been back 2 weeks. He doesnt even know im back yet cause hes in Cuba on holiday with his rents. =D He's back tomorrow, and im gonna be sat on his driveway waiting for him. I hope he's happy to see me. What if hes not? Im a tad worried about that. But its all good i suppose. He came to visit me once..it was quite a while ago though. And i wasnt THAT far away. I was in Newcastle. My rents even said he could stay the night  ^.^  Nothing happened before you even think that! Im not that type of girl...or am i? ;] Hehe. Nah..he was at my "home" purely cause he missed me. And we spent the night as friends. Which sucked =[ But i loved every minute of it.

I havent seen him in over 4 months. And i havent heard from him since he rung me up 2 weeks ago. I dont ring him cause his parents arent exactly what we call friendly. His mobiles practically dead as he dropped it in Rother Valley lake, so i cant ring that up. And if i ring his house number when his parents are in, they get annoyed. Not at me, but at him. Something about him giving his phone number out to anyone he sees. Hes given it to me, and his best mate Danny, thats it. Talk about stressed..

I think im going to leave it at this now..cause i want to go to bed. So tomorrow will hurry up and come! =D

I CANT WAIT!!!!!!!! ^.^

Signed - BioHazard_x