Name: Samantha Rose.
Nickname: Sam.
Age: Sixteen.
Sex: Female.
Location: Scotland, UK.
Birthday: 27th September 1992.
Status: Single.
Orientation: Bisexual.
Height: 5’8”.
Hair: Blonde.
Occupation: School.
Tattoos: Two.
Piercings: Sixteen.

I wont say much about myself,
simply because there’s too much to say
and anything I say would be a fabrication
to either seem better or worse than I actually am.

My names Samantha Rose, but I usually go by the name of Sam (never Samantha), however, I will answer to anything, ‘Hey fuckface?’ Yeah? Anyway, I'm currently sixteen, and live in a small town that you've probably never heard of. It consists of pensioners, The Old Man In Tweed and most of my family, oh and an indian restaurant/pub. I defiantly have a lot to look forward to for when I'm 18, I've heard the nightlife is top notch.

I wanna move to New York.
I never seem to finish anything that I start. If I ruled the world I’d make everyone dress up and have tea parties during the day. I love playing 'Dress Up' and I’ve never really grown up and I don’t think I ever will. Besides, I like laughing at funny words and things that other people think are immature.
People seem to think that I don’t care about anything, however I always tend to disagree. I think tea and coffee should be served during classes to make people feel better. I practically live off green tea and I’m pretty much obsessed with Motley Crue.

I’m vegetarian, have been for a good few years, why?
Because every piece of rotting flesh that you consume,
Was once a body part of a beautiful animal with it’s own life and it’s own problems.
I get cold easily and my hands are almost always freezing cold.
The electricity bill is usually high due to my need to keep the heater on all the time.
I collect the most useless things.
I can never seem to chuck anything out.
I have just recently went vegan.
I’m from Scotland and have lived in the same town all my life.
I used to have really bad insomnia when I was a kid.
I'm a little bit clumsy.
I'm quite forgetful.
I make mistakes a lot of the time.
I fall asleep a lot.
I really don’t like the number seven.
I have two dogs Skye and Poppy. They are amazing.
I wish I could dance like Michael Jackson.
I get paranoid that everyone is secretly watching me and know what I’m thinking.
This became worse after I watched The Truman Show.
I'm constantly on a diet.
I get lost easily.
And trouble always seems to find me.
I can’t sleep with out Podge my teddy bear.
I can't stand someone being mad at me for no apparent reason.
I tend to get sidetracked pretty easily.
I'm not amazing, glamorous or 'hardcore'.
I am a contradiction.
I don't trust people easily.
You'll never see me sad, I bottle things up, and I hate it.
I'm almost 5'9".
All I want is to be happy.
I absolutely love Motley Crue.
I want a fish or a pug dug.
I'm a Libra.
I hate it when people call me stupid.
just because I don’t know the same things as they do,
does not give them the right to look down on me.

Fairy Cakes.
Diet Coke.
Gigs.
Shopping.
Jack Daniels.
When things work out.
Money.
Cartoons.
Big Mugs of Coffee.
Green tea.
Jeremy Kyle.
Clothes.
Perfume.
Movies.
Twiglets.
Dressing Up.
Hollyoaks.
Long Hair.
Memories.
Old Movies.
Being phoned for a good old chat and a half.
Freshly straightened hair.
Corsets.
Pin up girls.
Zombies.
Disney.
Alice in wonderland.
France.
Blue slush puppies.
Staying in Hotels.
Getting things in the Post.
Manners.
Marmite.
Gok Wan.
Psychology.
Lambert and Butler.
Dolls.
Big hair.
Drag Queens.
Make Up.
Festivals.
Sleeping all day.
Haribo Sweets.
Kat Von D.
Neon.
Motley Crue.
Nylon.
Coffee.
Cafes.
Worthers Originals.
Candles.
Wallpaper.
Pearls.
Chanel.
Wine.
Ebay.
Pug Dogs.
Snow.
Jumping into puddles.
Record players.
Swear words.
Body modification.
Vivienne Westwood.
Tea.
Losing Weight.
Internet.
Photo Booths.
Sleepovers.
Thunder and Lightning.
Japanese Toys.
Over Accessorizing.
Music.
Starbucks.
Hugs.
Straightners.
Vegetarians.
Strawberry and Peach Vodka Ice.
Alcohol.
Parties.
Barbie’s.
Dreadlocks.
Fairy Tales.
Glow Sticks.
Marilyn Monroe.
Friends.
Balloons.
Charity Shops.
Day Dreaming.
Vintage.
Big Sunglasses.
Summer Time.
Vogue.
Stretched ears.
Dr Martens.
Cute dresses.
Old band shirts.
Starbucks.
The hungry feeling.
My bed.
Lots of pillows.
Floral dresses.
Notebooks.
Gingerbread lattes from Costa.
Train Journeys'.
Old books.
British television.
Monsters.
Travelling.
Messy Hair.
Toast.
The Mighty Boosh.

Always being cold.
Clowns.
Obesity.
War.
Authority.
Waking up early.
Homework.
Body hair.
Gaining weight.
Racism.
Rude people.
Public toilets.
Bad hair days.
Fat days.
Poorly done tattoos.
Liars.
Cheats.
Big phone bills.
People who think I’m a pushover.
Alarm clocks.
Judgemental people.
People who jump to conclusions.
People who ruin things for others.
Bad moods.
Mondays.
Getting ladders in your tights.
Big words.
Fall outs.
Show offs.
Non diet coke.
Binge eating.
Being skint.
Feeling fat.
Animal Cruelty.
Getting up early.
Not sleeping.
Peanut butter.
Spiders.
Bullies.
Fakes.
Early starts.
The smoking ban.
Meat.
Ignorance.
Ungrateful people.
Shit Make Up.
Rudeness.
People with no common sense.
Stupid questions.
Kerry Katona.
Self piercing when done incorrectly.
When bands do "UK" tours and only go to England.
When it rains in summer.
When people don't flush the toilet.
Hypocritical people.
Broken lighters.
Stupid adverts.
Bugs.

I like the music I like.
But you probably won’t.
Since I like almost everything.
And since all you fuckers are probably OhSoScene and Hxc.