Blair Kira Bellamont.
Road trips. Anything art. The colour red. Tarts. Chemicals. Spiders.
Gore. Tattoos. Piercings. Brown eyes. SUVs. Pine cones. Winter. Long
boarding and surfing. Interior design. Red lipstick. Audrey Hepburn.
Halloween. Pale skin. Lexus cars. Trees covering the street. Shade.
The 80's. Finnish boys. Full keyboard cellular. Play-doh. Acoustic
guitar. Roses. Twilight piano song. Night lights. Daises. Buying
things for babies. Reading glasses. Anything floral. The truth. Cliff
bars. Vodka. Forever the sickest kids. High socks. Dirty whores(: .
Musical notes. Masking tape.
Loud music. Spelling mistakes. Too hot weather. Girls who lay out
trying to get tan. White eyeshadow. Zebra and leopard print. Anything
neon. Colour skinnies. Coon tails. Broken cameras. Abercrombie. Too
tight jeans on boys. Chatspeak. Anything leather except purses and
wallets. Deodorant. Not wearing make-up. My hair if I don't style it.
Every boy I've ever dated, except one. Huge boobs. Myspace. People who
don't punctuate. Gas stations. Dogs. Children. Marriage. Twilight.
I'm studying in a small college in northern Poland currently.
I don't have a boyfriend at the moment.
Where I live, most kids my age poof their hair huge,
put on too much eye cream sticks, and wear too tight clothing.
It's the "trend" for them.
I think that they all look utterly ridiculous.
My parents are the weirdest people you will ever ever meet,
in your life.
I have a very strong accent and most people that don't live in
Europe don't usually understand me.
I've visited the states once,
and I've been to Russia, Finland, Denmark, Sweden, Italy, and France.