In the back of a van with the infamous Candy Jane
Mood:  spacey
Topic: Love me!
I'm currently writing this on my laptop in the back of my friends phycadelic van. It;s an authentis 70's hippy pot van. It still smells like it, and everyone wonders why I bounce off the walls. His dad was in a band in the 70's and couldn't bear to through his first wife out. Her name is Infinity, the vans name. I have the theory that I'm going to loose my much debated virginity in the back of this van. I would consider it an honner for not only me but any true rock fan to have their cherry popped in such a van. Comon, as a true hellraiser of rock an roll I am SO not going to the four seasons or god forbid a hilton. You know what, I hear all this bullshit about the first time being special but I think the only things that you need are the right guy and 2 types of contraception.

Maybe I should tell you a bit about me considering that I used the Bio to tell you about my family. Well the first thing is that I would like to respectfuly like to ask all the people out there that consider themselves
-Punks
-Goths
-Jocks
-Cheerleaders
-Or whatever the FUCK ELSE TO GET THE FUCK OUT. PEOPLE WHO TITLE THEMSELVES ARE TOO FUCKING IGNORANT TO UNDERSTAND MY WORDS.

You don't fucking title yourself, life titles you, if you title yourself your another lifeless drone and I would NOT like to write stuff like this for idiots like you. Another thing, WANABEE punks who go the fuck around saying oh, you shouldn't do that cause thats so not punk can go and fuck themselves cause real punks WOULDN'T BE STANDING AROUND TELLING OTHER PEOPLE HOW TO BE PUNKS. Being something has NOTHNG to do with 80 dollar peices of material that you idiots call a shirt and wear to be punks, it's a state of mind. The real punks are the people who do whatever the fuck they want cause they don't like the way things are and they're going to FUCKING SHOW IT.

I guess I better tell ya'll how I look. My mom has long cherry blonde hair and a billion freckles and the biggest smile in the world. She is so pretty, women hate her for it. You know when your beautiful when women don't want to be friends with you. My dad is shorted then my mom with white skin and big lips and black curls.

I have his black hair that I wore in Louise Brooks style for years then got bored of it and grew it out to be more suited my hippy ancestory. So now is up to my ass and is soo long and wavey I've stoped brushing it. I got white skin which refuses to tan, if I try it blisters and burns to teach me a lesson for trying. I've never had freckels. I have my mothers nose and her smile and her really long eye lashes. I got my dads big lips. I didn't inhert my mothers awsome marilyn monroe body. I didn't get my dads ether. I have a really long body, big boobs and big hips... my mother says I'm built to make babies. I have pretty short legs considering the length of my body. Don't get me wrong I love me body and everything. I never have weighed myself. Not since I had to have my tonsils out and that was when I was 10. I weighed about 90 pounds then. I can't imagin what it is now. I don't really want to know, if I do, what happens if I don't like what I see... I think knowing what you weight and liking the way you look are two COMPLETELY different things. I like the weigh I look. So I see NO need to weigh myself.

My idol is marilyn monroe, I think she is so beautiful with the most incredible clothes in the world. I wear red lipstick almost all the time in honner of her timless style and beauty. My style is MUCH harder to explain. I have an odd fixation with clothes, for example. I went to india last year and sold almost all of my stuff and used the money for clothes. I have lost of hippy inspired things. My favourite clothes are the things that my godmother Cherry made for me. She chargers about 20 bucks for everything except dressed which cost 50. She measures me up and makes me beautiful things. I love colour and individuality. I think that fashion is what looks good on you, not what looks good on some anorexic model in milan. I love my eyeshadow. I wear red lipstick most of the time so ussually I just wear a little glitter on my eye lids or some turqouise eye liner. i love pretty underwear. Lace and silk. I sleep in my underwear because it's so comfy and I ussually stay in warm places.

When I said I sold almost all of my stuff the thing I didn't sell is this gold and jewled box my boyfriend tom made me. It's gold with glass jewls all over it. WHen you put in the light it blinds you with colour. Inside it I have all my jewlery... My birth certificate, passport, photos of my friends and boyfriend, a picture of me in the moonlight in Mexico with my parents, my first concert ticket, my ballet shoes, my lucky guitar pick and my journal. I can't live without having these things near me. Everything is material possesions but these things are the inspiration for my entire life.

Tom, my boyfriend isn't what I'd call cute. I met him on a tour of Buckingham Palace and he just looked at me with those grey eyes. We plan on running away for Vegas one day with nothing buck 100 bucks and being happy. He is hansome... He has white skin too, these INCREDIBLE grey eyes they change with his moods, this grin that makes me weak in the knees and his floopy red hair. He never EVER has brushed it. When he does he looks WAY too damn conventional. He is going to be a famous song writer. He is a music shakespear. He only asked me once about sex and we had the talk and he was a little bummed then I was like not right now, but he perked up again when I promised him that I plannd that he would be the man I would give my gift too.

I'm currently home schooled cause I'm always realy badly bullied at school. Anyways, it's allmost lunch and I'm STARVING. I'll come back and tell whoever the hell is out there about my not so conventional life.

Give my regards to broadway.
-Candy Jane.