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| OK, well that isn't really me (bet I had ya fooled, tho). Because this crappy website provider won't allow me to upload images unless I fork out $12 of my hard-earned cash, you'll have to click here: http://communities.msn.co.uk/KerrieRachandme&naventryid=100 to see me...I'm the sane-looking one on the right (can u spot the Crazy Mate Rach?? Clue: it isn't the very wonderful friend of mine, namely Kerrie, on the left). Oh, OK, I've finally discovered the wonders of the "img src" thingy (I'm sure it has a real name), so I've created a groovy photo album on maxpages. Click here to see all of the people I love and hate. Well, anyway. I vowed I wouldn't do a page like this as I think that a poetry page should be about one thing only: poetry. But, y'know, I'm incredibly bored and I have an exam to revise for, and I need an excuse for not doing it (the real reason not being, of course, that I'm too lazy...!). So. For some reason I cannot fathom, you've clicked on the "My Profile" link. Well, that means that you must be interested in the irrelevent bilge that I'm about to type up here, so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I'm gonna enjoy writing it. Or, alternatively, more than I'm gonna enjoy writing it. Hell - not to kiss my own ass or anything- I've depressed you already with my poetry, so I might as well go the whole hog. Well, time is short (or, in my exam = doom-impending case, time is very very long indeed...), so let's get started! Hurrah. Some interesting irrelevent facts about me: I'm 16, I'm in year 11 at Great Barr Secondary, I live in England, and I have green eyes and brown hair. Or a red face, no hair and big teeth. Whichever you prefer. MY LIKES Julie (that's me) likes: * Poetry (especially that of the dark I'm-going-to-kill-myself-very-soon self-detrimental variety, yum) * Making herself feel crap with her own paranioa * Indie, rock, grunge and punk music * Bands such as Radiohead, The Cure, Nirvana, Pavement, Lowgold, Green Day, Placebo, The Pixies, Marilyn Manson, A Perfect Circle, The Chilis, and basically any other music-writing, talented, non-I'm-only-famous-'cos-I've-got-a-pretty-face artist. * Her friends, although she doesn't have many because here in Birmingham genuinely nice people are hard to come by, but if she concentrates reeeeeeeeeal hard she can recall the following names: Salma Quarmar, Rachel Lilley, Gemma Sage, Pooja Sudera, Kristy (a.k.a. Krusty) Page, Kerrie Stevens, Phillip Parnell (YES, you are my friend Phil!) and, hmmmm...*frown* er, that's about it. * Her sister Helen (love ya, darlin!) * Chickens. They cluck, they bawwwk and they're just great! (Now's the time you're gonna leave this site, making sure you vote against it before you do, right? Well, if you do, be sure to check out my other page at www.maxpages.com/chickenwrath. Fear the CHICKEN...Nah, before you conclude that I'm unsafe unless sectioned off in the land of rubber walls, I'm only having a laugh. OK?) DISLIKES Julie hates: * Poppy, bubbly, written-by-an-ugly-greasy-behing-the-scenes-songwriter music (does it even deserve THAT title?!) * All-singing, all-dancing happy skippy vomit inducing pop groups such Steps, Westlife, and S-Club 7. All together now, "Wave your hands in the air like you just don't care!". * Britney a.k.a. S**tney Spears and all of her other air-brained friends. I thought I'd mention them in the point above, but then I decided that they're in a league all of their own. It isn's a very high one, either. * The Queen, and pretty much all of the other pheasant-hunting arse-clenching tax-eating royal toffs. Grrrrrrrr. * Ignoramuses that are too stupid to see that their heads are screwed on the wrong way. (Something of a speciality in Birmingham). * Meat. Do you realise how some of these innocent animals are farmed??? For instance, ever eaten rare veal in a posh Frence restaurant? No, me neither, but you've probably heard of it. Did you know that those baby veals are made to live their short, tortured lives STANDING UP chained by the neck in tiny box-like stalls to weaken their muscles, at the same time fed a diet of white-powdery bilge to make them anaemic, in order to provide their toff-like customers with that so-called "Rare" white meat that they pay so much for? It's all for the money, and it mirrors the rest of the trade system today. * YOU. Ony joking! ;) Click on the Castle to go Home  Click on the Goth Kitty to read my new poetry; updated all the time  Click on the Shimmering Stars to go to another page for my poetry  Click on the Ice Rose to read more of my poetry (you crazy?!)  Hmm, have a guess where this picture link will lead to...?  Click on the Candle to read my story  Click on the Ginger Cat for some Pointless Polls...go on...you know you want to...  Click on the Unicorn to visit my links page  |
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