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Hello.
I'm Ellie, and you are?

I'm far too trusting for my own good, I'm far too gullible for my own good, I'm far too naive for my own good. This gets me into situations. Sometimes bad, mostly good, but, we can always laugh about them afterwards.
I can’t wait to go to Aberystwyth University next September, mainly as I get to live next to the ocean, have beach bonfires and finally be out of the city.
I am currently employed by two camping shops, which probably tells you allot about me.
Talk about the band OKGO with me and I will love you forever. No-one understands my addiction to them. I wish they would hurry up and organize another UK tour, it will be the happiest day of my life when I see them live again. Probably literally.
Me and Jess are going to live in LA for a couple of months come May. This is going to be amazing. It’s a bitch to save for though.
I miss Sutton College far too much at the moment. I need to let go.
I’m happier than I have ever been right now, and I hope it stays this way.

Fantastic…
Bus journeys at night. Toast. Holidays, particularly camping, particularly with Anna and Chris. Purple everything. Songs that make me think. Impulse decisions. Asda’s raspberry and vanilla alcohol-pop. Smiles. New clubs. Lucy Hullet. St Ives products. Stupidly long scarves. Appreciating nature. Shiny things. Sara Bowcott. Having money. Spending all my money. OKGO. Pictures on my wall. Double Malibu and coke with no ice. Odd earrings. Christopher Gibson. Being tidy. Being messy. Noisy bracelets. Fairy lights. Pizza Hut and water. Jessica Watts. Playing cards to make important decisions. Sutton Park, all day. Weatherspoons. Frosty grass. Hot water bottles. Monopoly. Cornwall. Anna Gibson. Vegetarians. Sleeping allot, or not at all. Everything about my cat. People watching. Lots of photographs. Perfume. Starbucks. Sunsets, and sunrises even more. Fly Away Home. Eye contact. Silly little dress’s. Nail varnish. H&M. Stars in the countryside. Candle light. Sara’s Dog. Planning things that will never happen. Planning things that will happen. Scott Evans. Car journeys with no purpose. IKEA. Hand written letters. Elephants. www.flickr.com. When things work out. Environmental Science. Nathan Jones. Thunderstorms. Cheating with Anna and still losing. The ocean and being in it. Jess’s bed. My over-draft. Long pointless phone calls. Dowall Hall. Walking bare feet through wet grass. Bottle bank sounds. Hugs from my mother. Hugs from anyone. Eye-liner. Rose Cotterill. Dancing with your eyes closed. Drawing tree’s. People that notice. Big skies. Pebbles. Swimming where I'm not meant to. Wales 2006. Old friends. New friends. My ipod and long train journeys.

Not so fantastic…
Noisy eaters. Bad goose bumps. Not giving up your seat on the bus. Breaking my camera’s. Being scared. Disappointment. Not texting back. Pool/snooker. Matching socks. Leeks. Cows in my dreams. Hypocrites. Wet feet. Bad people in general. Most of my decisions. Tents that leak. Unhappy faces. When batteries run out. Going over my contract. Any sort of argument. Dyslexia. Awkward feelings. When me and Anna don’t cheat and still get accused. People who don’t care about the world. Cheap glue sticks. People who have better cameras than me. Beer and cider of any kind. Clammy hands. Big coats. Loving people you know you should hate. Dusting. Secretes that aren’t so secrete anymore. Lack of manners. The way the city smells and sounds. Forgetting my toothbrush. When the 71 is late. Damp matches. Losing people that mean the world to you, losing anyone.