Post by bonamy summers on Jun 25, 2012 6:06:09 GMT -5
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[/size]so some of you might know me but for those you don't i'm lys. i used to be an active member on bb but a little monster called life disrupted all that. so now after a (two?) year hiatus i am back to rock this site. i guess i came back because i missed all the friends i'd made on this site and of course the site itself. i also missed writing threads and making plots with people. i missed writing too. it was a huge part of my life up until a point and i'd like to try and get back to that place. so bb is going to be just the start! now i am back as bonamy summers, a new charrie with a lot of personality. i began as kite byrne, then became lewis o'reilly, before arden o'mara and thera rheese came along, and now i'm bonbon. i'm really looking forward to getting sorted (i hope i get sorted) and starting to write again. incredibly pumped! i'm not a very patient person, all my friends will say that, and sorting is taking a lot longer than i remember it taking but hopefully it'll happen soon! so that is a little bit of background information on my sordid bb past.
name. alyssa marie-jeanne wood. it's french, lengthy and complicated. not to mention double-barreled << see what i did there? ha ha. first off i'm not posh because i have a double barreled name. it doesn't work that way. i like my name really, i just hate signing off documents with the whooooooole thing. it takes too long and as i pointed out before i'm an impatient person. not sure if that it is just me or how i've been molded by technology and all that. mmm, so most of my friends call me lyssa or lys. no one other than my grandparents call me alyssa. my brother addresses me as doofus most of the time. to my mum i'm issa or issabear. to my dad i'm monkey. you can call me whatever you like, i'm not fussed. but if you are really creative and come up with something spectacular i might even give you a cookie. or cookie dough. i like the latter best. ha ha.
age. twenty two. which makes me an old fart. but i love it. i like everything twenty two brings like freedom and wisdom (of which i have little but still it's a valid point). despite being old and farty i still love to be immature now and again, and i'm always making sure i have fun. whatever i'm doing. fun is an important part of being twenty two. as is being cool. you cannot be twenty two and be uncool. it's not right. like peanut butter and maple syrup.
university. yes, i attend that place of horror. ha ha i'm just pulling your leg. (please don't tell me it's wooden or that it's the wrong leg, i've heard all those before, thank you). i like university really. it's a hella lot better than high school. i'm doing a visual arts degree which is so much fun. i feel like i'm in kindergarten again sometimes, being able to spend a whole day finger painting and playing with charcoal.
the campus where all my tuts and lectures are held (and where the studios are) is unsightly to say the least. when they merged together the arts section and the architecture section they obviously decided to go with something modern but... well all the building are ugly concrete blocks and they stick out like a sore thumb. i wish they had a mix of modern glass buildings and old historical buildings. sigh.
i am only in my first year so i have another two years to look forward to. next year i will be choosing my specialization. i'm thinking painting or drawing but i'm not sure yet. i still have a semester of drawing, painting and photography to do before i make any decisions.
most days at uni i spend in the studios doing practice work which i love. we do have some theory but not much. then afterwards, because i finish late most days, my friends and i go down the road and have dinner together. we've been trying out all the restaurants down the street. we've found a few favorites. we also spend a lot of spare time second hand shopping. goodwill has become our haunt.
birthplace. oamaru, new zealand. yup, i'm a kiwi by blood. and yes we did used to have a farm and sheep. but not anymore! we were once a stereotype but we've now ripped that s**t up!
lives. adelaide, australia. down under. waaaayy under.
... and i'll add more later because right now i have work!
