User Profile

I am Naomi. Hormonal, depressive, spotty, geek, teen. I write, sing, dance and have a gay old time of it. I'm cheerful sometimes. I'll most likely be sad if you meet me, but I'll try my best to smile and make conversation. I don't use bad moods to act like a cunt...much.

I'm not "normal". Nor am I some teen girl who is trying to be obscure. I can't process things well socially, I'm inadept at most things and hide behind a barrier of sarcasm. I'm not intelligent, nor am I overly stupid. I like things to be spelled correctly, and punctuated correctly; though I am partial to using ellipsis too much. When I meet people I like to shake hands. I barely keep eye contact, but I'm working on that one. I'm only young, but I feel old and I hate everyone, but I like politeness, and positive people. Even though I'm negative myself, I do try.

I'm a very empty person. I don't have a belief system, well I do, but it's miniscule, complex and intense; I wouldn't bother trying to talk to me about it. I don't trust anyone anymore.

I seem like a right cunt, so I'll tell you some nice things about me. If I am your friend, I'm usually nice, and try to be funny or kind. Unfortunately, I'm not always good at showing it but you'll have to trust me on that one. IF I love you, I'll do numerous nice things with you, walking, talking, and I'll share my super secrets with you. Whether thats film's you havent seen before, places you haven't been, or just secrets about myself no one else knows.

I am terrified of the following things: Clowns, puppets, loud noises, loud bangs, fireworks, balloons, wasps, moths, spiders, people in masks, and people who stare at me.

I love, and am in no way terrified of: Walking, Music, Films, Hugs, Baths, Cups of tea when I'm cold, Sandwhiches, Art, Writing, playing guitar, deep and meaningfuls, people with nice eyes and smiles, snuggles and generic loved up crap.






This is the bit where I go on about my music. I grew up in a big musical environment, and I still repsect my father for it. It's the only fucking thing I respect him for. The bastard.
He gave me this super gift though, and I've been playing guitar nearly 8 years. I've inherited Jasmine, she's a gorgeous electro acoustic, and I probably love her more than you...in fact, I do.
I don't write so much anymore, I'm hollow crap and I've got other things on my mind, I still write dribs and drabs. I don't hold my breath for inspiration anymore.



As for other music, I'm not sure at the moment, I deleted it all accidentally so I'm not sure. I like bleepy electro noise, and roaring guitars I can dance too. I like things I can shout along to, and smile. I like my "getting-things-done" music, where I buckle down and clean, write, do whatever.

I also like quiet music, reflective music, and beautiful, epic, moving music. I love Sigur Rós - 'Takk...' Will change your life, I swear. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. I love the beautiful Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan, for making beautiful music that cheers me up, or makes me emote when I'm finding it hard. I love the equally beautiful Lou Rhodes (and Andy) for making "What sound" and "Between Darkness and Wonder" These, will also change your life. Guaranteed they have a song to suit your mood on. I adore the sense of need in her lyrics too, but I'm ranting on and looking pretentious, when Damo and Lamb are NOT pretentious in any way.




Writing. It's my life. Couldn't live without it, couldn't love without it; my words are all I have. If I couldn't persuade people effectively, I'd never have got a girlfriend! I write anything! Quotes on napkins, lyrics on scrap, essays and theories, and short stories on everything.
I carry a little diary with me which is just a dated list of musings, stories, doodles and things, I love it. I've kept it since 05/05/05. I'm starting a diary of emotions too. Which isn't very interesting.

I'm always in a little world of my own, I think bizarre thoughts and the other day lost sleep over whether birds piss or not, before waking up my friends to ask them. Just so you know how my complex little head works.




Some people in Paris...having a time.



I haven't traveled much, but I want to. I've never wanted anything more than to just up and leave. One day I will. All my earthly possesions (Minus Jasmine!) fit in a box, so If I want to, I can. I want to go live in Paris, write for a living, and live in a small flat. Then later a terraced house in England. Have a dog, and sort myself out. I don't mock your dreams so don't mock mine.