As ashamed as I am to admit it, the boy who lives opposite us stood us up the other day, though we did come home to find a huge apology stuck up on his window. A rescheduled pub outing is now on the cards but this is his final chance. Cheeky bastard.

Not much else to report, so in adherence to Zoe's wishes (and because I love procrastinating) I present to you a quizamajig:

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
Sarah
Saroy (by my brother, who thinks it's HILARIOUS to tell me I'm some part human, part Roy Chubbie Brown hybrid).
Brown one (no not another Roy C.B. based name. I get called this by my housemates as there are two Sarahs in my house. I'm brunette and the other's blonde).

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
strawberri
angel121 (I was 13...)
Bambi_T (similar age. Me and my old friend Emma used this alias to talk to some Aussie boys we found in a chatroom. Shudder).

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
My nose.
My freckles.
My friendliness (providing it's not during the PMT section of the month).

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
My feet (UK size 8).
My stomach - too squidgy.
My laziness - I generally never get up before 10.30 am if it can be possibly avoided.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
East London (Stoke Newington or Stratford I think) - my dad.
Newcastle, or Whitley Bay to be precise - maternal grandmother.
Yorkshire - late maternal grandfather.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
Flying - I frequently have nightmares about it.
Drowning - ditto.
Daddy-long-legs - my fear of them is extreme. Although my most amusing 'being scared of insects' memory was my A level biology field trip, where a load of horse flies decided to accompany us on the minibus and everytime one landed on me I let out an almighty screech. My teacher, who was driving, threatened to kick me off. Then one landed on my leg and a boy whacked my leg really hard in an attempt to kill it. He didn't succeed.

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
Breakfast.
Neighbours (except weekends).
Deodorant.

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
Pink and black stripy socks.
Silver watch with a blue face. Really pretty, I got it for my 19th birthday off the boyfriend.
Cropped jeans even though it's cold outside.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
The Streets.
Michael Jackson.
Basement Jaxx.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (AT THE MOMENT):
The Bravery - Honest Mistake.
Willy Mason - Oxygen.
The Killers - Somebody Told Me.

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
Passing my driving test.
Being able to tell people I have a Bachelor of Arts degree.
Get a job I'm happy in.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
Friendship.
Love.
Trust.

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
(in random order!)
I cheated in my AS level French.
I have six toes on each foot.
I've taken two pregnancy tests in my life.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE SEX(ES) YOU DATE THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
Eyes - I always seem to go with blue-eyed men for some reason.
Strength - don't want to go out with someone so thin they might snap. I don't mind beer bellies in the slightest though.
Nice arses.

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
Lick my elbow.
Eat pickled onions. I have never tried one and I never will. I blame the fact that when I was a small child my dad told me they were sheep eyes.
Go in a portaloo at Glastonbury without retching.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
Swimming - I do a mile a week while I'm at uni and two miles a week when I live at home as I have more time for it.
Going out drinki...ahem, 'socialising'.
Watching Neighbours.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
Lose weight.
Have a hot drink.
Browse the Internet.

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
I.
Don't.
Know.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
Australia.
Italy.
Paris.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
Learn to drive.
Try having a short(ish) haircut.
Have a decent career.

THREE WAYS IN WHICH I�M STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
I like pink.
I love jewellery.
I liked Titanic.

THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
Johnny Depp.
Frank Skinner (ex-crush).
Rik Mayall (also an ex-crush).

THREE PEOPLE THAT HAVE TO TAKE THIS SURVEY:
Ah...think I'll leave this one!

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