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I'm Claire. ClaireFuckin'Clit.
I'm 15 years old.
Short... 5'2". I also have small feet.
I go to a lot of gigs, meet a lot of gigs. Make friends with their tour managers.
Well, You Me At Six's our manager. Bobby, he's awesome. He's got a picture of us on his MySpace.
I live in the southwest of England, but I'd rather be called British.
I'd rather go to Bristol than London.
Exeter bores me.
I hate stuck up people, arrogant people, peaople who never smile.
'Hate' is overrated. So is love. Someone says they love you, for the fucking win.
I hate big epic people, who write about how deep they are all over their about me's.
Although I do have a pretty emo about me on one site.
But that's besides the point.
Skins is love.
Doctor Who is love.
I don't really watch much Tv apart from that, apart from Britain's Got Talent, which has finished but I'll probably watch America's Got Talent, and I'd Do Anything, which has also finished but I'm sure Andrew Lloyd-Webber will do another similar program sooner or later.
I like going to see musicals.
I have my life planned out.
Not completely, but I know what I want to do.
I want to be a photographer.
I think I'm pretty good at it. But you might think different.
I think it's good I know where I'm going, the feeling of not knowing is scary.
I love my friends and family, music, eye make-up, skinny jeans/dranpipes, tight t-shirts, my phone, my mp3 player, MySpace[.com/179426443], art, writing, Kerrang!, Scuzz, pointless magazines, walks in the forest, walks in the fields, lying in bed for hours on a Sunday morning, singing Paramore & Busted at the top of my lungs in a purposely loud and out of tune voice while running around school or in a park somewhere, chessestring noodles, long drives through the countyside, nighttime, hot and sunny weather, watching the rain from my bedroom window, watching the sunrise, watching the sunset, being alone, scented candles, silence, so loud it hurts, speaking my mind, telling people how much I love them, kissing my friends, hugs, going to town, shopping, holidays. I just like to be me.
I hate homophobes, racism, smoking, animal cruelty, fighting with my friends, discrimination, lies and people who tell them, pollution, busy cities, not being able to have fun, things being too organised, things not being organised enough, narrow-mined people, posers, fakes, popularity and those who crave it.
The Used heave my heart, mind and soul.
They are my life.
I couldn't write the words to describe what they mean to me however hard I tried.
Don't think I'm blinded, I'm not. I wouldn't melt at they're feet, do everything they say to do. I don't wanna screw any of them, I just look up to them and hold them in high, high respects. Doesn't mean I agree with every word they say.
You don't understand?
Let me put it this way, when I see Bert McCracken running around like he don't give a fuck what the world thinks of him, he's just being himself. He doesn't come out with all this epic shit that a lot of bands come out with about how 'it was so painful recording our album, it almost killed us', none of The Used say that bollocks. I don't want to have a role model who blabbers on about a load of bullshit, saying how recording their music almost killed them when there's a lot of people far worse off in the world then they are, then tells all his or her fans to be themselves without really showing themselves to the rest of the world, or al least their fans. That's not being a proper role model. That would mean I'm doing what my role model tells me to do, not following their example and looking at the world they way they do. That fucks me off, that some people do that.
I used to think the world was shit, I used to stand in the back and stay away from anything that posted a minor threat, stay silent, and if someone started on me then I'd just back down or run away. Not literally, but you get my drift. Now I don't. You mess with me, I'll mess with you twice as hard. But it's not flat out fighting, I will always prove you wrong. I have a brain, and I know it's a good one. I wont let something go without fighting for it, and that doesn't make me violent. It doesn't necessarily mean physical, verbal or mantal fighting. It's when you want something so much you fight for it. I'm not gonna walk up to you in the middle of the street and slap you one, unless, of course, you slap me first. I have opinons, I am allowed to voice them. You got a problem? Fuck off. And this change in attitude, is because of that little band from Utah.