Chronicles of a Fragmented Youth

 So yeah...took me a while to post, didn't it?

Actually, I don't expect people to read this little blog, it's just something that I want to start to keep me at a workable level of insanity.
Yes, so, journal. My name is Alice in Wonderland, I'm 958 years old and my favourite colour is purple.
Currently I am slowly slipping off the ledge of insanity as school and the harsh reality that is life continue to drag me off the edge with what feels like a giant crane made out of titanium.
I enjoy metaphors, britishisms, jazz music and beginning my sentences with words like 'well' or 'anyway'. There has to be some freudian meaning to that, no? The patient appears to be stuck in the oral stage as well as suffer from a mild case of Aspergers Syndrome, which seems to have resulted from the usual reasons: a fragmented youth and an overload of the surreality drive.
I despise the colours yellow, brown and orange, peanut m'ms, people who use one tissue twice, blowing my nose in public and bananas.
My favourite books are 'American Gods', 'Kafka on the Shore' and 'The God of Small Things'. My favourite films are 'Amelie', 'Porco Rosso' and 'Mein Bruder ist ein Einzelkind'

Occasionally I may post fanfiction, but as sporadically as the mating season of the Galapagos turtles, you know, the ones that live for about a hundred years?

Well, ta-ta for now, I suppose.