In order to distract myself, I fill my room with lots of pictures and colours, and amuse myself with such novelties as rubber duckies, newspaper turnips and pigeons. I find that I deliberately make myself worry about situations that I already have control over in order to alleviate my boredom and attempt to learn how to panic -- I find myself far too stoic for my liking.

Despite this stoicism, I love immensely and passionately, and trust too easily, which leads me to be hurt often. However, I wouldn't trade this pain for all the stoic notions in the world; they are what make life meaningful.

I am an avid atheist, and feel passionately on the subject. It's not that I am intolerant of religion, I just don't understand the worship of imaginary friends or wanting to live one's life with such a gaping acid at rationalism.

I can't cook if my life depended on it, so I'm not getting back in your kitchen, bitches.

A side note: I often get messages from polyamorous people interested in my profile. Whilst I don't understand why I am seemingly appealing for people with this particular lifestyle (and would be more than appreciative to find out!) I am not interested in it as a lifestyle choice for me. Having been in a polyamorous relationship where my boyfriend allowed his partner to criticise my intelligence and my mental capacity and do nothing but basically tell me to get over it, I am somewhat disheartened. Understandably, this has left me unnerved on the subject. Whilst it may be something I'd explore in the future, right now I am too hurt to consider partaking in such a relationship now.

After three years of the Psychology degree, I craved change, so am now doing a Bachelor of Arts and Science, just to see what else is out there. Having a taste currently of Ancient History (that I have always loved!), Economics, Legal Studies and Ethics. I love the degree so far, and hope that it takes me on a path to pursuing a passion I have yet to gain.

I also work with children part time as it pays well for doing little more than controlling the urge to display an alternative use for a skipping rope.

I am a master at super nintendo.

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Spelling. I'm your Ms Spell Check incarnate, your grammar nazi wonderwoman, I love the notion of spelling and hence perfecting one's writing. I'm also really good at mid-afternoon game shows as a result; if I had been a contestant I would have won hundreds of televisions and toasters by now.

Spelling words incorrectly.

Contradicting myself.

Forgetting what I'm saying mid-sentence. Or almost everything, full stop.

Collecting rubber duckies.

Being fascinated by all things.

Tickling.

Probably my glasses without lenses, held together by masking tape. I don't actually need glasses as my vision is perfectly fine, but they make me look more interesting and obscure, and I can't stand to part with the bent frames themselves.

My inability to put eyeliner on.

My short attention span.

Striped socks.

I like the 'colour' black. Yes folks, the word 'colour' was written deliberately like that, please don't message me inquiring why if you cannot figure it out.

My coy smile.

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Books: I love anything Michael Ondaatje, Ayn Rand and Chuck Palahniuk, but am also partial to those beautiful little Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice. I read The Fountainhead as my own personal bible.

Movies: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Donnie Darko, Velvet Goldmine, Office Space, Requiem for a dream, Fight Club, V for Vendetta, The Chumscrubber, The Illusionist. Am also in love with The Office series, the Bro Town series, the We Can Be Heroes series and Ronnie Johns and renditions of Chopper and the episodes of Happy Tree Friends.

Music: I adore Placebo, Mindless Self Indulgence, Muse, Interpol, Coheed and Cambria, AFI, the Deftones, Jack off Jill, Garbage, Hot Hot Heat, the Beatles, Mr Bungle, Nine Inch Nails, Orgy, A Perfect Circle, Bright Eyes, the Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, Rasputina, Scarling, Team Sleep and the White Stripes.

Food: I have an unhealthy obsession with pikelets, lollipops and pavlova.

Paint of all colours, staring into space, those closest to me, abstract thought, the gift of sight and sound.

Those wonderful little ponderables with no actual answer, but loving the challenge and the pointlessness of it all anyhow. Or wishing I could get to sleep.

How to pass a psychology degree by doing very little work, and getting very little sleep.

The joy of relationships, and their complexities.

What to paint next, and trying to escape this compulsion.

Dawdling through the city on my way home, being amongst the dark and light.

Or sleeping, either are preferable and don't happen enough.

I'm afraid of snails. I have been known to crumple into a nervous wreck at the sight of a snail and its slimy, slow, and scary exterior. Even their shells scare me, so intimidating...

I'm probably more afraid of you than you are of me.

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You're not superficial and want to get to know a curvy woman, who is a little shy, but absolutely beautiful when you get to know her. There is enough superficiality in the world without having to draw these kind of people towards myself. So yes, I am not a stick figure, but if that's going to deter you from getting to know me, I probably didn't want to associate with you in the first place.

If you're intelligent and have opinions which are your own.