Hi, I’m Sally, and there’s no handy little portrait in my blog sidebar because I don’t know how to do that, so you’ve probably only seen my actual face about 3 times. One of those times is right now: hi.

I love reading stuff like this; I’m dead nosy and find it dead interesting to see what other bloggers actually put into their posts.
“I don’t like ketchup.” “I have two eyes.” “At one point in my development I was a foetus.” Okay so they are slight exaggerations, but come on now! You’re a whole wonderful person with a life and experiences that nobody else has had and that’s what you choose to tell us?! Where’s the juicy stuff?!

Saying that, I have two eyes, don’t like ketchup and was once a lil’ foetus, so that’s 3 out of 15 done and dusted.

Joking.

Here we go!

1. I wanted to be a musical theatre actress (think singing and dancing and jazz hands and teeth) for my entire life. Like, literally, since I was about 3, apart from a brief flirtation with the idea of being a landscape gardener. I went to uni to do a degree in Musical Theatre, was told it looked like I’d never danced before (guess those 16 years of dance lessons paid off, then), I was too short and not ‘conventionally attractive’ enough to end up in theatre. I left after 4 days. Success!
2. I hardcore caught the acting bug when I was 8 and picked to be in the national touring cast of “Annie”! I played Molly, the littlest orphan who gets flung into a washing basket. Although I was petrified of dogs (including good ol’ Sandy), I was a pure professional and only came out of character once when I was elbowed heartily in the face during “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile”.
3. I was predicted A*s in every subject up until Sixth Form. Did I ever get one? Nope. Did I care? Terribly. Do I care now? Nah.
4. I work for my Dad! I know people always say that working with family ends in disaster, but they’re mean. I love working with my Dad at his performing arts school – not only can we come home at the end of the day and have a good laugh about all the weird goings-on that day, he always puts a Crunchie bar on my desk when  I’ve finished a class, and buys me a Subway at lunchtime. Top lad.
5. Any other job, work experience or internship I’ve ever had has ended in total disaster. I’m not even exaggerating. My anxiety makes it impossible to hold down a retail job, and I was actually told by a manager that I’m “not shy, because you have a blog, you’re just rude.” Nor, don’t think so.
   I’ve interned with two separate start-up social media companies, both of which seemed legit, but when you’re being handed an envelope of cash in a pub at lunchtime where you’re meeting your ‘boss’ for only the second time in 3 months, it starts to feel a bit dodgy. Unsurprisingly, those companies have totally disappeared off the face of the earth now.
6. I am TERRIFIED of people. They’re so scary and weird and I don’t know what they’re thinking. I’m that person dodging out of everyone’s way in Asda frantically piping “sorry!” as they barrel past me with their trollies.
7. When I’m sad I spend money. This is not a healthy habit, but it means I have a whole lot more lipliners than I used to after I bought a pack of 18 on Amazon at 2:32am.
8. I’m literally the same person as my mum. However, as I write this, she’s just come through the front door bringing me a surprise Snack Wrap from McDonald’s and doing a Miranda Sings impression, so that’s pretty cool.
9. I’m a real life actual adult. I bought a hoover, I have my own pets, I own rubber gloves for washing up and I pay rent. I also sometimes stay up til 2am playing on my Xbox and eating pretzels so I think I’ve got the balance right.
10. If it wasn’t for my blog (and the subsequent whole ‘social media’ thing that goes along with it), I wouldn’t really have anyone to talk to, besides my family of course. I’m not really one for going out and socialising (goes with the whole “terrified of people” thing I mentioned earlier) so it’s nice to socialise from my nest (read: bed) drinking Nesquik through a party straw and watching RuPaul’s Drag Race.
11. I’ve taught children from age 2 up to 18. Once they hit about 11 they tend to be taller than me, but I don’t let their constant teasing get to me (she says, sobbing quietly in  the corner).
12. I spent my entire childhood playing with Playmbobil. Our Playmobil figures had the most dramatic lives (probably to make up for the fact that we didn’t watch soaps). We had about 100 little children, all of whom had set names – I could still name them today. Special mention goes to No-Leg – who, you guessed it, had only one leg. Slightly offensive? Maybe. But I was about 9.
13. I’m pretty sure my feet have shrunk since I turned 18. I used to wear a size 5, or a 5.5 if I was feeling cheeky. Now I’m lucky if a size 4 is small enough to contain my lil feet. Literally the weirdest thing ever.
14. I put chickpeas in ALL my food. Except cereal.
15. I managed to kill several cacti. Aren’t they supposed to be indestructible?

Also, I don’t like ketchup.

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