I took it from FG. Not sure if I was meant to. Oh well.
Follow the cut...
LAYER ONE: On The Outside
-- Name: Willocwen. Or Samantha.
-- Birthdate: 23rd of April.
-- Birthplace: Queensland, Australia.
-- Current Location: Wellington. New Zealand. Yup, just hopped over the sea.
-- Eye Color: Blue, apparently with green in it.
-- Hair Color: Indeterminable shade of brown.
-- Height: Er... 1.40-1.50. I think. Metres.
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty.
-- Zodiac Sign: Taurus
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
-- Your heritage: Father's side is purely Australian right up to the Irish convicts, my mother's side has a big micture of Scottish, French and Scandinavian.
-- The shoes you wore today: Blue sneakers.
-- Your weakness: Internet, RPGing, pretty and expensive technology, money, dark chocolate, wolves, dogs, kittens, stuff toys, warm bed, the list goes on.
-- Your fears: Lack of computer and Internet. People and animals that I love dying. Being pulled off a table by my legs, that blade will appear through the buttons on the bus, that I'll fall off the bridge I'm walking on, that my knees and hips will suddenly dislocate, but these are my more obscure fears.
-- Your perfect pizza: Vegetarian. Not because I am one, but I like eating them on pizzas. *shifty eyes* Nah, I just dislike the processed-to-hell-and-back meat they put on pizzas.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Becoming a famous noveslist, screenwriter and director, and getting Oscars for the last two.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: 'Hee' and 'Heh' and 'play?'
-- Your thoughts as you first wake up: 'Is it Monday?'
-- Your best physical feature: Figure, I think. Eyes, maybe.
-- Your bedtime: Any time from 9 to 12.
-- Your most missed memory: ...that makes no sense.
LAYER FOUR: Decisions.
--Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
-- McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds, ashamedly.
-- Single or group dates: If I *did* date, it'd be single... well, double dates are fun depending on how much you like the other couple.
-- Adidas or Nike: There's a difference now?
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: ...say what?
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate. Duh.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Mmmm. Both. At the same time.
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
-- Smoke: Nope.
-- Cuss: Fuck yes.
-- Have a crush(es): Not at the moment. ^^;
-- Want to go to college: Yup.
-- Like high school: Better than it could be.
-- Want to get married: *shrug*
-- Believe in yourself: Sometimes.
-- Get motion sickness: Sometimes.
-- Think you're attractive: Sometimes.
-- Think you're a health freak: How can I put this? NOOOOO.
-- Get along with your parents: Muchly.
-- Like thunderstorms: Luv 'em! 'Cept when I have to walk a dog in 'em.
-- Play an instrument: Used to play the clarinet. I can, er, play the keyboard. The computer keyboard.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: Yup.
-- Smoked: Nope.
-- Done a drug: Nope.
-- Made Out: *counts weeks* Nope.
-- Gone on a date: Nope.
-- Gone to the mall: Nope.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Nope. Am I boring?
-- Eaten sushi: NOOOOOO.
-- Been on stage: Nope.
-- Been dumped: Nope.
-- Gone skating: Nope.
-- Made homemade cookies: Nope.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Nope.
-- Dyed your hair: Nope.
-- Stolen anything: Does the dollar that I stole from this evil person's wallet count? He totally deserved, the bitch.
That was... depressing.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever..
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Well... if you count my step-sister's cry of "I dare Alex to take off Sam's top!" and me running across the dark beach to get away from Alex only to have him suceed... then yes.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Nope.
-- Been caught "doing something": Yup.
-- Been called a tease: Nope.
-- Gotten beaten up: Nah, I run away to much and cower.
-- Shoplifted: *giggles* Yes. Bad Willoc. I feel guilty for pilfering over $150 worth of books from that store over the three months I visited it.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
-- Age you hope to be married: I don't hope to get married.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: Um. One. If it's a boy, maybe William (just shut up). If it's a girl, Iunno.
-- How do you want to die: Quickly and painlessly. Sleeping pill overdose sounds nice.
-- Where you want to go to college: Not sure.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: I like it here.
-- What country would you most like to visit: America, UK.
LAYER Nine: In The Numbers...
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Never done so.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: 1.
-- Number of CDs that I own: I'm *not* fucking counting all of 'em.
-- Number of piercings: 2. One in each ear.
-- Number of tattoos: None. Yet.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the news paper: 2, I recall.
LAYER ONE: On The Outside
-- Name: Willocwen. Or Samantha.
-- Birthdate: 23rd of April.
-- Birthplace: Queensland, Australia.
-- Current Location: Wellington. New Zealand. Yup, just hopped over the sea.
-- Eye Color: Blue, apparently with green in it.
-- Hair Color: Indeterminable shade of brown.
-- Height: Er... 1.40-1.50. I think. Metres.
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty.
-- Zodiac Sign: Taurus
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
-- Your heritage: Father's side is purely Australian right up to the Irish convicts, my mother's side has a big micture of Scottish, French and Scandinavian.
-- The shoes you wore today: Blue sneakers.
-- Your weakness: Internet, RPGing, pretty and expensive technology, money, dark chocolate, wolves, dogs, kittens, stuff toys, warm bed, the list goes on.
-- Your fears: Lack of computer and Internet. People and animals that I love dying. Being pulled off a table by my legs, that blade will appear through the buttons on the bus, that I'll fall off the bridge I'm walking on, that my knees and hips will suddenly dislocate, but these are my more obscure fears.
-- Your perfect pizza: Vegetarian. Not because I am one, but I like eating them on pizzas. *shifty eyes* Nah, I just dislike the processed-to-hell-and-back meat they put on pizzas.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Becoming a famous noveslist, screenwriter and director, and getting Oscars for the last two.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: 'Hee' and 'Heh' and 'play?'
-- Your thoughts as you first wake up: 'Is it Monday?'
-- Your best physical feature: Figure, I think. Eyes, maybe.
-- Your bedtime: Any time from 9 to 12.
-- Your most missed memory: ...that makes no sense.
LAYER FOUR: Decisions.
--Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
-- McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds, ashamedly.
-- Single or group dates: If I *did* date, it'd be single... well, double dates are fun depending on how much you like the other couple.
-- Adidas or Nike: There's a difference now?
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: ...say what?
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate. Duh.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Mmmm. Both. At the same time.
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
-- Smoke: Nope.
-- Cuss: Fuck yes.
-- Have a crush(es): Not at the moment. ^^;
-- Want to go to college: Yup.
-- Like high school: Better than it could be.
-- Want to get married: *shrug*
-- Believe in yourself: Sometimes.
-- Get motion sickness: Sometimes.
-- Think you're attractive: Sometimes.
-- Think you're a health freak: How can I put this? NOOOOO.
-- Get along with your parents: Muchly.
-- Like thunderstorms: Luv 'em! 'Cept when I have to walk a dog in 'em.
-- Play an instrument: Used to play the clarinet. I can, er, play the keyboard. The computer keyboard.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: Yup.
-- Smoked: Nope.
-- Done a drug: Nope.
-- Made Out: *counts weeks* Nope.
-- Gone on a date: Nope.
-- Gone to the mall: Nope.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Nope. Am I boring?
-- Eaten sushi: NOOOOOO.
-- Been on stage: Nope.
-- Been dumped: Nope.
-- Gone skating: Nope.
-- Made homemade cookies: Nope.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Nope.
-- Dyed your hair: Nope.
-- Stolen anything: Does the dollar that I stole from this evil person's wallet count? He totally deserved, the bitch.
That was... depressing.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever..
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Well... if you count my step-sister's cry of "I dare Alex to take off Sam's top!" and me running across the dark beach to get away from Alex only to have him suceed... then yes.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Nope.
-- Been caught "doing something": Yup.
-- Been called a tease: Nope.
-- Gotten beaten up: Nah, I run away to much and cower.
-- Shoplifted: *giggles* Yes. Bad Willoc. I feel guilty for pilfering over $150 worth of books from that store over the three months I visited it.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
-- Age you hope to be married: I don't hope to get married.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: Um. One. If it's a boy, maybe William (just shut up). If it's a girl, Iunno.
-- How do you want to die: Quickly and painlessly. Sleeping pill overdose sounds nice.
-- Where you want to go to college: Not sure.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: I like it here.
-- What country would you most like to visit: America, UK.
LAYER Nine: In The Numbers...
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Never done so.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: 1.
-- Number of CDs that I own: I'm *not* fucking counting all of 'em.
-- Number of piercings: 2. One in each ear.
-- Number of tattoos: None. Yet.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the news paper: 2, I recall.