White, Winter & Words.

Hello there! :) 
Thank your for taking the time to read a little about me. It is highly probable that this “About Me” is likely to be tediously long, so please feel free to stop whenever you get bored (: 
To begin with, I suppose it would be prudent to mention the basic details: I’m 19 years old and I live in Manchester, England. I have recently started my university course. I do spend about a quarter of my year in Australia during my summer holidays. Unfortunately, the fact that I tend to go there when it’s winter tends to dampen the experience slightly. 

I like being nice :) It leaves me feeling incredibly happy, especially if I am able to make someone else happier. I must admit I really am rather satisfied with my life, I often find myself in moments of perpetual happiness. I’m in love with words. They mean so much to me, and I have instant respect for anyone who has the ability to use them effectively. They provide you with the opportunity to emphasise emotions and feelings incredibly well. 

I started at university in October this year, I’m going to the University of Warwick, where I’m having a marvellous time with both the academic and social side of university.

I’m a member of Amnesty International, and they’re a group I would beg of you to take a look at if you ever get a chance. They do such an important job for human rights that seem to be so neglected in so many parts of the world. 

I suffer from Zoophobia - “an irrational fear of any non-human animals.” Even though it can be fairly difficult at times, it has fortunately only affected me in fairly mundane ways so far; crossing the road if someone is walking a dog this way etc. The hardest thing is probably that I can’t go to friends’ houses if they have pets. 

My social life is essentially negligible. I would much rather sit at home on my own, either on the computer or reading and listening to music. I enjoy listening to the rain, and I constantly have a rainy mood loop playing in the background. I do enjoy speaking to people on the internet, as I feel they tend to have more in common with me than people I know. This is an activity I’m now partaking in much more regularly and have been able to meet some magnificent people in the process. I give my thanks to anyone who has been kind enough to engage me in conversation :) 

One of my main interests and pleasures in life is reading. A process with the ability to bring about both unbridled joy and eternal sadness. I felt it would be nice to explain my opinion on reading and how I came to experience the most wonderful tales. The first book I can remember reading completely with the assistance of my mother is Peter Pan, The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up. A delightful book with everything a child delving into the world of literature could ask for. Flying, fantasies, fearless Pirates, what more could you ask for? 
After that, my reading history is a bit of a blur, shame really. On my 10th my parent’s gave me something that I will not be able to thank them enough for. They purchased for me, the first 4 Harry Potter books. Truth be told, I was hooked. I read them over and over again, even to the point where I was forbidden to read them. This meant that I had to search elsewhere to satisfy my literary craving. Another memory related to reading I have is of going into my Year 5 class for reading hour, only to find my teacher staring quizzically at the book I was reading. It just so happened to be the first Lord of the Rings book, something my teacher felt should be way above my reading capacity. Turns out that I had already read it twice and was re-reading it till I could get my eager hands on the second book. From then on at a relentless pace, it was a stream of titles being swallowed, The Secret Garden, Artemis Fowl, The Golden Compass, Charlie & The Chocolate Factory, all of which bought delight to my childhood and made me the person that I am. As I grew and matured, the books I began to read changed in their qualities, they became less about fantasies in other worlds. Catcher in the Rye, The Life of Pi, Dan Brown etc.. Fortunately for me though, I was still at an age where I could completely enjoy the immense pleasure that “The 13 1/2 lives of Captain Bluebear” could give me. To this day, I am extremely graceful to my friend for letting me know about the book. I would highly recommend it, no matter how old you are, you will enjoy it. I have now started on the classics, delving into the realms of Austen, Wilde & Eyre. 

I am also particularly prone to sitting down and looking at art for hours, and even try and create a couple of pieces myself. Some of my work can be found at: Gallery.  


If you’ve read all of this, I graciously accept your kindness for having done so. Thank you (: 

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