vindyandshu
I'm vindy, I'm Two-Hundred-and-Fifty-Six/Sixteen. My age would imply a certain amount of insanity, and indeed it probably is the reason I simultaneously come up with the most illogical ideas, and still can believe that I am right. Or perhaps that is just me being weird.
I enjoy the world, which is a most amusing place. I love stars but unfortunately and tragically live in a environment very much polluted by light. Once I wrote my obituary, and it was quite hilarious. I have a weird sense of humour and no patience at all. No guilt either, which is scary at times. I say what comes to my mouth.
I'm also FAR too melodramatic, take things very lightly and am in general intimidating. However, I do try and work with these, despite often being discouraged and in mindframe of "Okay, I'm going to go home and cry." Trying counts for something atleast, right?
Please don't hate me. Stay for a chat, will you?
I'm Shu. I'm sixteen. My birthday's on the 3rd of December, which is always a day off here in the middle of nowhere. This is awesome for two reasons: (1) I can sleep in. (2) I am spared of spending a day at school with people who do not even know me spouting off a very off-key version of Happy Birthday.
I enjoy video games and Shakespeare. I like cute things and yet, I also enjoy being disturbed. This is acheived by carrying books about mutants in a Hello Kitty print bag. Unlike Vindy, I try to think things over before saying anything because I am always worried about hurting other people's feelings.
I'm not melodramatic in the slightest, take things very seriously and I can't see myself being very intimidating.
I also talk too much. But you probably noticed that already.
Vindy can be contacted at complex.simplicities@hotmail.com, where she is probably lurking. Shereen can be contacted by invoking the anger of the Norse God of Chaos, and promptly dousing oneself in cranberry juice whilst singing American Pie. This will cause a portal to open up out of the blue... wall to your left, and stepping through would lead to a phone booth in an alternate universe. This is a direct hotline to the girl's mind, but no one has of yet managed to figure out the currency required to make the damn thing work.