Five Things You May Not Know About My Time in School Are:
1. I had an imaginary horse called Feste that I used to bring into class with me, but only when I was in the classroom that wasn't actually the one our class belonged to, because he wouldn't go in.
2. I went out with a boy called Colin (boy, was he called Colin) for all of two days, and he begged me not to tell anyone we were going out, so of course I did, and then he came and screamed at me and I hit him on the arm. I don't think we ever officially broke up. I was nine.
3. Once, trying to get out of hockey, I crawled under the stairs of the sports hall to hide and inadvertantly fell asleep. I was woken hours later by the headmaster's daughter, who told me that the headmaster's wife had had police searching the Eastbourne coast for me and all sorts of things. I tended to enliven people's time at St Bede's, but I do feel particularly bad about that one.
4. I didn't move to stealing things for a long time - for several years I used to just swap people's things round while they weren't looking. It upset people even more than stealing, and eventually they caught me...
5. ...and made me change for games in the room with all the boys. Anyone who's wondered why I have issues with taking any clothes off in front of people should start right about here. ~s~
Five Things You May Not Know About the Job (Jobs) I Have (or Had) are:
1. Some of the happiest time in my life was spent working in charity shops. If only they paid you.
2. The first job I was going to be paid for was at the Music & Video Exchange in Notting Hill; I was terrified but really looking forward to it. Without telling the whole sorry tale, I shall say that I left after two hours which began with the man who owns the company they belong to insulting me in front of customers (before I'd done anything at all) and ended with one of the guys who worked there begging me to leave while I could because it was only going to get worse and at least I could get out.
3. So then I went to the Wigmore Hall, a concert hall I know very well, just off Oxford Street, where things like this used to happen on a regular basis.
4. Nothing else to tell. I break down now whenever I think about getting a job. Heh.
Five Things You May Not Know About My Online Life are:
1. A few years ago I got involved in an internet chatroom with a boy who called himself Caspian Nightburn. His real name was Josh and he lived in America; the romance bled into real life and there was a certain amount of exchanging of postcards and promises of phonecalls. Then for a long time nothing, and then two years later he e-mailed to tell me he'd got married. I've not heard from him since.
2. Then there was Richard, a maths teacher from Sheffield who fell in love with me over e-mail when I was sixteen (and he was 30). He came to Brighton once on the hope of meeting me, but I didn't think it was a good idea. Mercifully I lost touch with him, too.
3. Two of the people who have had huge impacts on my life I encountered via Amazon. One was called Mike, lived in America and was a great fan of Duran Duran. He read a review I'd written of their first album and mailed me; we were closer friends than close for almost a year. Then, suddenly, nothing. I tried repeatedly to get back in touch with him, but never managed. The other was called Rebecca, and wrote to me after seeing my review of Good Omens; she used to still read this occasionally, but probably doesn't any more.
4. When I was fourteen I told a gay writer from America that I had a friend called Daniel who was very beautiful and who had fallen for him based on his stories. 'Daniel' and he exchanged e-mails for months until it all got a bit physical and I was having to look up the words the writer was using. :)
5. All the friends I currently have, I have because of LiveJournal.
Five Things You May Not Know About My Core Personality are:
1. One of my greatest fears is that of being boastful, which is somehow different from being arrogant (which is a quality I find attractive in other people and tolerate in myself). Some of my near-constant self-deprecation *is* due to having poor self-image, but most of it is due to a desperate need to avoid the horror of 'boasting'. I don't know where it comes from.
2. Despite my general frayed-at-the-edges-ness and overemotional nature, I cope very well in a crisis. Although this continues to surprise me.
3. I have no words for how much I dislike change, clowns, circuses, feeling humiliated, Punch & Judy shows, or disappointing people.
4. I say 'I love you' a lot, and always mean it absolutely, if not in the same way as other people might mean it - it's difficult to know, really.
5. Music is the most important thing in the world to me. I know you'll be thinking "Oh, I know that", but sometimes I wonder whether people do actually realise just how important it is to me. So I thought I'd say it again. :)
Five Things You May Not Know About My Home Life are:
1. If I'm at home I hardly ever go to sleep thinking of myself as 'me', which is one of the reasons I get confused when people ring me in the middle of the night. So far I *think* I've managed never to answer the phone with anything more incriminating than "Yeah, it's me" in an unexpected accent. :)
2. No matter how long I'm here for, this is never going to feel like home.
3. This room, on the other hand, is extremely cool and covered in stuff. So much stuff!
4. I don't like sleeping in the same room as other people, even if they're someone I'm closely involved with.
5. There's still a copy of the Kama Sutra under my bed here.
Five Things You May Not Know that I Desperately Want are:
1. A band. Most of you do know this, but I really really do. I want a band to go round the country doing cover versions of brilliant songs with. We'd be so good.
2. A career in music journalism.
3. To be able to draw.
4. To meet and talk to Tom, my best friend from school with whom things went so horribly wrong.
5. A wedding dress. I don't want to get married, but I want the dress.
Five Embarrassing Fannish Admissions I Have That You May Not Know are :
1. I used to write reams and reams (and reams) of Vampire Chronicles fanfic; some of it is even still out there, I think.
2. I made my mother drive out to Hampstead Heath so I could look at Boy George's house. Then we drove home again. (London home, luckily; I'm not *that* cruel.)
3. I fall to my knees almost any time I see Marilyn Manson on the TV. I can't seem to help it.
4. I have written more slash than I have written anything else, and I keep it all; some of it I've even come quite close to sending to the people it's about, but that was when I was 14.
5. I shamelessly used jussard's name as a shoehorn with which to introduce myself to Manuskript. I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened. Um.
Phonecall with my dad means I've gone from bouncy to very unhappy in the space of about half an hour, but oh well. So it goes.