Errrrrm... I would like to watch the big bang from space. The start of everything. I want to see how it really happened or if it's all just a crock of rubbish.

About what things? Of course I do about some things, but not about others. I have second thoughts about whether I'm in the right career, about whether I'm as good at what I do as I really think, about whether I should be trying to make as much as I can of my photography, if I should get into art again after so long...

I never really have second thoughts when it matters though. I always stand by the choices I make in the end, because I made them for a reason, and they've all stood me in good stead overall.

I've never had second thoughts about people, if that's what you mean. My friends are my friends because they're awesome, and those who aren't my friends have never shown me anything other than the side which made me not like them in the first place. My career... Well it can be tough but then I have days like today where it's amazing and I'm being praised for my rapport with the kids and my support for the work of the visitors we had in school today and I know I am doing the right job deep down.

My daily routine is pretty packed, really. I get up at 7:30am on a normal day, and get ready for work. I get a lift from the girls across the street at 8:15. I work in a high school, and I usually get there about 8:25am. I get in and check my pigeon hole for any mail or memos which might have come my way, and then go and let myself into my classroom. Once in my class, I always log onto the school network and check my emails and check the school news bulletin for any notices I might need to read to any of my classes. At 8:45 the kids start to roll on into the room, and I do registration, which takes 15 minutes.

After that, depending on which day it is, the day is a blur of classes and books, homework and groupwork. Today I had first period free, S3 period 2, S4 period 3, S5/6 period 4, ANOTHER S5/6 period 5 and then S2 sixth period. I spent my free period in the morning doing some work on an S1 project I'm building, and then after school I had to rush straight down to the Education Department of the council to speak to them about something which they owed me an apology for.

Usually, I get home somewhere between 5 and 5:30. I do a little work, then cook dinner and chill out for the evening to chat to my bloke for a bit. If I have any more work to do I'll get up early the next morning and do it then, cos I like to have my evenings to myself.

Well that's just fail. I love Glee. I think I love Sue the most. Everything about Sue. It must be true if it came from Sue.

Oh man, I dunno. I don't think I'd be any of them. I do lovelovelovelove Glee, but I sort of feel like none of them really match me.

A bit smaller, but shaped the same. I think I'd like slightly smaller nipples though. I am very lucky though, in that even then they're quite big I have very 'forwards' breasts. I fail the pencil test. I can't hold a single pencil under there cos I have no side-boob cleavage. But yeah, they nearly knock me out when I run and I have large nips.

When I was younger, yes. I have a massive nose. When I was bullied in school I was compared to a parrot a lot of the time. I got it into my head that I wanted rhinoplasty to make my nose pretty. When I was about 14 they showed us a graphic video of the rhinoplasty process in school, and it put me well off the whole idea. Since then I've realised that no matter how revolting I look I am me still, and I'd rather be me than something fake, even if that means I have a hideous nose like a beak.

That geezer from Gossip Girl.

I love how you assume I am. I have to get more experience as a teacher first, and it's going to be almost impossible for me to get a job as I'd have to teach in a Brit school since I have almost no Dutch, so IF I move over there, I am going to need to do it somewhere down the line when I can justify working for a private school.

Anyone would think you were trying to extrodite me from the UK.

Italian. One of my good friends here on the island is originally from Italy, and I love listening to her talk. It sounds so chic and stylish as languages go, and it seems to have a sophisticated level of vocabulary which interests me.

As far as I'm aware he never really did. It was all speculation.

Coolies. And I will definately come down to you, so we will work on that one.
Well, that's a tough one, cos I don't actually know enough about the world. Maybe once I've travelled a bit more I can say. All I can tell you now is that I'd want to live in a small, quiet town somewhere near to a bigger city. Best of both worlds, cos I could never live in the city again, but I also wouldn't cope well with being as remote as I am now forever. I don't feel ready to leave yet, but I don't feel like I want to be here for good.

Oh dude, you can get anything you forget there. They have camping kit shops on site and the stores in local Kinross all stock what you need too. Unless you forget something vital, like tent pegs, of course. Then you'd be in trouble. I'd like to think you wouldn't forget tent pegs though.

Quirkiness. All their quirks and styles and interests are different, but they are all quirky anbd a bit strange. None of my friends are what you would call 'Joe Average'. I tend to get on well with metallers for some reason too, even though I'm not much into metal myself.

How many days are you planning to be at T for, you tube. You can't be there a few days before it. And might I also point out that T is half an hour from my house, so if you are punting around out my way you could just about meet me in Dunfy. :p

Well I'm back on the mainland from 2nd July and I'm there til I fly to Holland on the 14th, so I'm pretty sure we can fit in a catchup in the next few weeks. It's not my fault the volcano pissed on my parade the other month. And besides, I didn't see you rushing to come visit me here. :p

I dunno. Probably my up and down moods. They've very much linked to depression, but one second I can be all bubbly and high and the next I can be so low I'm pretty much buried.

I am very good at hiding how I really feel, too. I have to CHOOSE to voice my true feelings, or I'll simply say nothing at all.

I know, I know, it's totally my turn. It's less easy to do from the island though, given that if I don't book in advance the flights to the mainland can easily be £400. It's a bit dear living out here. And at the moment I can't commit to anything cos I don't know where I'll be after summer anyway. I will come down to you though, I promise. It's just a case of WHEN I can do it.

Probably "If the World Ends" by Guillemots. It's quite a moving one for me, cos it's all about distance and not being with someone when you should be. I miss Vince a lot these days, and anything that reminds me I'm far from him makes me pretty upset.

"I just about managed to forget when you appeared in my dreams,
And you're even more beautiful there than I remember you being,
I don't think I ever heard you speaking,
Cos I was too wrapped up in the dreams I was dreaming,
But if the world ends,
I hope you're by my side,
I think we could laugh just enough to not die in pain,
And if you're here,
It won't finish us,
Your heart is way beyond capture,
You flit like a Fly Catcher,
They can't pin you down,
No they won't pin you down."

Yes, I am bored enough to be asking myself random questions on this thing. But anyhoo, sandals. I have very flat feet with a high bridge and I am most comfortable when I have bare feet. I wear flipflops all summer without fail.