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About gondolagirl
Location: Hørsholm, Denmark
Home Region:
Europe :: Denmark
Age:14
Website: http://myspace.com/darkbubblegirl
Favorite novels: Ghostworld, Here Today, Uglies, Pretties, Out Of The Dust, Tricksters Choice, Briar Rose, A Series Of Unfortunate Events, A Break With Charity, Zel, Animal Farm, Playing in Traffic, the Giver, Girl Interupted, Better Then Running At Night, Boy Meets Boy, This Lullaby, The Truth About Forever, So Yesterday, The Midnighters
Favorite writers: Karen Cushman, Sarah Dessen, Donna Jo Napoli, Carolyn Meyer, Ann Rinaldi
Favorite music: Anais, Arctic Monkeys, Beirut, The White Stripes, Betty Curse. Bright Eyes, Bruce Springsteen, Camille, Concrete Blonde, The Cranberries, The Dresden Dolls, The Drive By Truckers, Feist, Franz Ferdinand, The Fratellis, Justice, Kasabien, Lilly Allen, Liz Phair, Lucinda Williams, Modest Mouse, Natalie Merchant, Neutral Milk Hotel, Nirvana,The Pogues, Rilo Kiley, Soko, Squirrel Nut Zippers, Tegan && Sara, 10000 Maniacs
Non-noveling interests: British Horror Movies, Sunglasses, Leg Warmers, Popcorn, Armadillos, Lenore, Hello Kitty, Battle Royale, Music, Photography, Writing, Reading, Film, Anime, Running, Cartwheels, Coffee, Neon, Rainbows, Technicolor, Dancing, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Olives, Rain, Headphones, Hats, Fog, Purple, Glitter, Hello Kitty, Swing Sets, Dandelions, Sunflowers, Flannel, Long Train/plain/bus rides, Incense, Emotes, Big Cities!
Joined date: October 26, 2006
Years done NaNoWriMo:
'06
NaNoWriMo posts: 16
NaNoWriMo buddies: 5
The World In Pink Gradiants
an excerpt
The next morning I woke up in the big white bed, with about twenty down comforters piled one on top of the other in a lime green room with green curtains, and Gitte, red curls framing her pale face sleeping next to me, I dragged myself out of bed, through the creaky bedroom door, out into a hall, down the hall, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Keifer was already in there drinking something from a huge red mug and looked up when I patted in. I was surprised to see him there and reeled back into the door, which made him smile.
I will never understand what guys find endearing about girls tripping, or falling or bumping into things, it hurts and leaves bruises.
I blushed, and pattered over to the table, which was rickety and surrounded by an assortment of mismatched chairs, and folded into one. I was tired. Keifer got up, went over to the counter and poured me a coffee. Then he came back to the table and handed me the steaming mug, before sitting back down. He hadn’t changed since last night. Just taken off his shirt. I tried not to stare. Its not like that’s so dirty or anything but I hadn’t been in the presence of many shirtless guys, (By that I mean I had never in my life been in the presence of a shirtless guy that wasn’t blood related) and I had never been very good at playing it cool.
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