Shot of Tea
2007-09-07 - 6:28 p.m.
Hello ladies, gentlemen and everything inbetween (I don't judge, all are welcome here)(even you strange manladies) - welcome to my brand spanking new diary! I believe an introduction and maybe an explanation are in order so I present with you NAQs (Never Asked Questions):
So you big tart. Why have you changed diaries?
I blogged over at Clairecav from August 2003-September 2007. I plan to keep this diary existing and read because I think it is actually a kind-of interesting account of how I went from a stupid, immature, naive twelve-year old to a stupid, immature naive sixteen-year-old. Howevs, the obviousness and google-bility of my diary name and also my lack of discretion in my younger years has always made me slightly uneasy and so I've wanted to move to a more anonymous diary for quite some time. I was hardly going to do this willy-nilly though; I needed to wait for a new beginning of some sort. Now that I have just finished compulsory education and am going to Sixth Form college, and because this means that it's time for me to get off my lazy arse and find some sort of job for the first time in my life and probably do all other sorts of grown-up things in preparation for the grown-up world (I even think a new bank account may be in order), I figured this was a good time to do so. Every year of entries in my old diary shows a completely different version of me in maturity and interests. I know I'll carry on changing but now I'm nearly seventeen I might just start to stabilise a little bit.
My name is Claire. I am currently sixteen, nearly seventeen. I am five foot two, blue(ish)-eyed with dyed blonde hair. Like nearly everyone in England I am of Irish descent. My father hails from Liverpool, my mother was born and bred here in Coventry in the Midlands. I live a fairly average life in this bumhole of England. My mother and father stopped loving each other and ended their marriage in the year 2000 - I now live with my mum, step-dad and an assortment of pets. I go to a Catholic Sixth Form, which is the same as most Sixth Forms I imagine except there are more crucifixes and more women in very depressing skirts (religion just doesn't encourage style, I am afraid). At my worst I am stubborn, distant and very lazy. At my best I am positive, vaguely humorous and still very lazy. Alright then. Interests?
My interests are vast. I'm lying really; they're not at all. I like reading. I like films (just yesterday I properly watched Rebel Without a Cause with James Dean and I think once you start to watch 'classics' then you're finally entering slight film-buff league). I like intellectual television programmes such as Eastenders and Dog the Bounty Hunter. I like music and gigs and being a bit of an indie kid. I like skinny jeans. I have a deep passion for shopping. Where do you see your life going?
Good question, imaginary person. I really don't have the faintest idea. After Sixth Form I plan to get some massive student loan and sod off to uni in some Northern city. I don't know what I want to study; I just reuse to stay in Chaventry all my life. In an ideal world later in life I would get to marry an Irish comedian and would get to work on Heat magazine but I kind of reckon I'll be happy enough with whatever life I fall into. Unless it is that of a crackwhore with really rubbish hair, that is. So the name. What's Shot-of-Tea all about?
I like tea. I like shots. I think it kind of sums up the strange binge-drinking-teen-cum-well-rounded-homebody thing I've got going on in my life. It sounds English, I like that. I think this is all we need to know. Anything else you care to share about yourself?
I cannot ride a bike. I like Southern Fried Chicken Pot Noodles. If you cut me I probably bleed tea. My feet always smell a bit funky. Oh and this is me:
Goodbye.