about how this is friends only
calikalie
FRIENDS ONLY
I don't have a huge issue with people I don't know reading my thoughts, but I'd at least like to maintain some sort of connection with the people I do allow insight into what's happening with me. Although it's mainly the same ol' same ol', it's nice to put a userpic to a username, rather than leave myself defenceless to the lurkers.
If you find that you can't see my entries anymore, it's because
- I've neglected to notice a post in which you're like "Hey, don't delete me I'm just changing my name!"
- We don't really talk anymore (even in my head, I'm a bit of a lurker)
- You haven't updated in forever (because I can't invent stuff happening in your life, I can just observe from the sidelines on my iPhone)
Quickly, I am:
Nineteen, twenty this year (!). I live in Sydney, Australia, and I'm pretty happy about that fact. I'm at the University of Sydney, which feeds my not-so-secret nerdy love of sandstone architecture, which might date back to the adolescent Harry Potter obsession that brought me close to a lot of wonderful people around the world. These days I mainly hang out with and keep up with really close friends, quality over quantity. I like to be busy, which isn't hard when I study and train full-time for the heptathlon. I'm making it my plan to wear the Australian colours at least once, if not twice or three times in the next five years. I've got a wonderful boyfriend, a three-cup-a-day addiction to tea (mainly black) and I still live at home. I'm awful at cleaning, and probably wouldn't if it wasn't for the allergy-prone other half. I think it's catching.
I'm the author on elizabethflew, so if you've found me through there, I'm more than happy to add you. Just leave a comment so it doesn't go unnoticed and hopefully, we'll get on in a dandy fashion.