Well, it's been a new blog every few weeks, or so it feels, for quite a while, but this blog has a different feel to it. I actually LIKE this one. In this first blog, I'll introduce the "characters" or "cast" who play a role in my life, admittedly, some bigger than others.

Me: I won't name myself. Not properly. I shall remain "Me" or "KiwiQueen". I'm nearly 16, come from the middle of England, from a depressing place not even worth naming. There's not much to me really. I like surfing the net, reading, and getting things done on time. I hate being late. I have an "other half". That's what it feels like. This leads me onto:

The Boyfriend: I won't name Him either. He'll remain The Boyfriend. He's sweet, he's caring, he's insecure, he's charming, he's emotional, he's sensitive...the list goes on. I've been with him for over a year. A year and four days to be exact. Not that I'm counting!! I see The Boyfriend a lot. We can't wait till college next year, hopefully the same uni, and then...living together. Bliss. OK, I know I shouldn't expect too much. But still, I really CAN imagine us at 25, living together, sleeping together.... (I'm giving him this web address, unlike the last blog, which was a secret one. I have guilty feelings attached to this other blog, so I'm no longer doing secret things, nor am I writing in that blog ever again.)

Judith: A good friend of mine. She's small, she's sexy, she's flirty. The Boyfriend HATES her. That's no exaggeration. I have to remind him on a weekly basis to feign indifference. I can understand WHY he doesn't like her (ish). She can exude quite a "slaggish" image. Even teachers on school trips pick up on it. Mr Dawson: "You're desperate, Judith! Your arm is wrapped around a different boy every night!" But she's not really like that. She's just not at all self-conscious, and she loves herself, in a good way. (No, I'll never be like her!Worry not...)

Mami: My mother. She's artistic, funny, easy-going. People always say how vibrant she is, and it's true. From the clothes she wears to the crazy dancing she does at parties. I hardly ever fight with her. She's too nice.

Dad: Slightly less easy going. We have quite a sporadic relationship, and it usually relies on whether he and Mami are talking or not. Generally, he's big-hearted and good at fixing things. And cooking. And being late. And going over the top with something. Being embarrassing is another thing he excells at. For example, the time we were waiting for a parent's evening appointment with my RE teacher, Ms Veater, and he started singing (quite loudly) Lovely Rita by the Beatles, only adapting it. *cringes*

Len and Chrisie: Younger brother and sister respectively. Len is into gameboys (oh wait, I tell a lie...Nintendo DS's. Totally different apparently), and doing Fawlty Towers impressions. Chrisie is into parties, dying her hair, very very loud Rammstein music, and punk-esque clothing.

Dodo: The budgie. He sings. He dances. He hangs upside down like a bat. The all singing, all dancing, all hanging-upside-down budgie. In a surge of evilness, he bit The Boyfriend's ear. Not a good move.

Hannah: AKA Hanny Moo. A mentalist, in a good way. With her little tuft. My best friend. Haven't seen much of her lately. The days of chin-propping-up are not forgotten, though. Nor are the days singing away on the beloved step...RIP. Alex should be mentioned here too. She is equally mad. In an even madder way than Hannah.

Nick: Got to mention the mentalist." Mentalist in a bad way. My sister's totally unsuitable ex. Got her into loads of trouble. Has a red/pink fading mohican and leather jackets proclaiming the greatness of blood and killing and the SEX Pistols. Grrrrrrrrr. *hisses and snarls* Dad has a panic attack everytime Nick's shadow darkens our doorstop. We have the paper bags at the ready.

That's about it. If there are extra characters who need mentioning...I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.