Well, what can i really say about me (except that I JUST LOST THE GAME)?

I'm 17, live in england but want to travel and see new cultures and places. I have shoulder length brown hair with a slight kink in it and very odd eyes. They are mainly blue but have orange around the middle
 
I love music, reading and writing. I spend a lot of time on the computer or hanging around with my friends. I'm also a practicing Wiccan so if your curious about that then just ask.

I'm about to start learning Japanese and can already speak a bit of high-school French.
I like to think that I'm quite a nice person, if i do say so myself, and I have MSN, so if you want it, just ask. =D

Anyone from anywhere, I'm not picky really. Asia would be quite nice however I'm not fussed. If you want to talk, then i want to talk!

I'm willing to help anyone out with their English if you want me to... Help with Japanese would be much appreciated.​

Reading
     Writing
          Hanging with friends
               Computer
          Partying
     Listening to music
Watching movies and anime

A little of everything but I love
     Within Temptation
          Evanescence
               Sonata Arctica
          The Rasmus
     David Bowie
Pendulum
     Wicked soundtrack
          Freeze pop
               Classical
          Punk
     Rock
Techno

V for Vendetta
     Pan's labyrinth
          Labyrinth
               Underworld
          Hackers
     The Crow
Aeon Flux

Scrubs
     Friends
          Charmed
               Loose Women chat show
          Most Haunted
     Doctor who
Torchwood

The Crow Thistle Conicals
     Jane Eyre
          Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy

A towel, it says(THHGTTG​) , is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar​ hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sande​d beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat;​ wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggling​ly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very, very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly,​ a towel has immense psychologica​l value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automaticall​y assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore,​ the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally​ have "lost"​. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.