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Well this page, and I supose as well as site here, is devoted to worshiping the one and only, Me!

What to say..
I was born way back in the last generation in a small township now called Vancouver. (sound affects) I remember very little. Running across the road to the french immersion school to play on the playground while still in my pj's. Watching Puff the magic dragon at this girls house. A big turtle sandbox and a lepord bathing suit with a big bow. A tonka dumptruck. My cat ran away and my dad told me the neighbours ate it because there were asian. Going over to Gibsons in our boat and feeding the geese and playing with my lego. Mixing my nerds into some icing and getting in trouble and not being allowed to eat it. And of course, going to the playschool over top of the grungy fish store where I met that jerk who stole that truck away from me because he was a boy and "always played with it" BUT HE DID NOT, I DID!! Him and his stupid (i)proper(/i)shirt!! (b)*Ahem*(/b) My family moved then to this house at my early age of four. I attended a dreaded school that changed my life called Fairview (HELL). Chasing Christian around because I liked him and having his little buddy Chris rat me out on the duty for being on the big side is one of the only pleasant memories. Oh and a crush on the mullet boy ryan. That school messes with people! It was a different time, a time when every boy and some girls had mullets. I wore clothing my mother made me. Frightening, about the only thing that's ever truely scared me. I chose not to remember anything else. I met my dear friend Heather there. Oh our fruitfull begining! That is the only thing I gained! Possessed by everything worth being! Oh the sickness. I had joined navy cadets, met a real jerkiss there. Jason, what can I say, nothing. He already knows it all. ND was next, grade 8 rocked, Millions of peaches. Grade nine I nearly shaved my head, got involved in rugby and changed everything known about me to the extreme. I went from a pansy eyed twink to a harcore, intense player. The grade 8 stan became male. I bladed all the time and had a major wipe out and ripped off all the skin on my palm, took out part of my knee cap and broke my arm at a 45 degree angle and I didn't even cry. haha teaches me for dodging a car and trying to brake on a nearly gravel road with new brakes going at a deathly speed, racing down a stupidly steep hill. One of my brightest moments. Next time, I don't dodge the car! Grade nine was stage, dragons and the death of stan (178) for grade 10 was a simple year. I hit 60+ that year. Whoosh. My dad died on March 9th and I became the family drunk. Not my mom or anyone else, me this time. Puked 5 times two. Don't think me a cheap drunk though because have I got a surprise for you. If given the opertunity I'd love to out drink an irelandish. All 24"! In may mark took me to prom. Within a month things changed unexpectedly and several plans took action. In pe I took on a martial arts instructor and impressed him and scared the shit out of many deserving people there. Grade 11 has been honest to me, but brutal. Nearly moved out several times, broke my hand twice, punching walls and metal shiny things! 1st time I did it thanksgiving, painting 4 days, no sleep, and 2 walls. Walked around for 2 weeks after I broke it pretending everything was fine. Oh yeah, thats me alright. Hell it's only pain! 2nd time, metal, 90 degrees, shoulda got surgery but doctors are stupid. got my L and N both on first tries. Got my N with a concussion two. Idaho.. Lost all my friends from grade 8-10. hypothermia 3 times, no food no sleep, 1st concussion, pole, then mirgaine, then blah blah shit and then in the end I passed out down some cement stairs head first into a brick wall. Faked I was alright to the ambulatory people. Came back, nearly got expelled, quit stage (no more music). Only good thing about Idaho was that I met Idaho Steve! Well worth everything. Currently I am all-mighty and quite vengeful.

Aww
Me & my dad. "Wazat!"

BEER
Me & my Grandma. Mmm beer...

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Me & my Uncle Harry. Check out the dress on that beast!

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My neice took these, great scenery eh?

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Nom: Amber Audrey Marsh
Masculin nom: Stephan George Marsh
Nick name: WideyedSuzy, Stan..., Mmbrr, Ambler
Sex:Yes?
Birth: June 21, 1986, Grace Hospital, Vancouver
British Columbia, Canada,
Sign: Gemini/Cancer (I'm on a cusp einstein)
Height: 5"9
Weight: 123
Shoesize: 9-10
Hair: Brunnette
Eyes: Hazel, but more green then brown. lol but then again I have almost as many contacts as I do sunglasses so it all depends
Pheobia: Earwigs
Obsession: I'm compulsive, I know that. Tylenol, soda crackers, coffee, coke, control, music
TV: Junkyard Wars
Band: At the moment it's Clutch, Marilyn Manson, Enya, Stray Cats and Rancid, SKINFLINT!
Music: Heavy metal, Punk, and techno are my top 3 favs, but I like everything, from swing to old school to death thrash to rap. I'm as varried as it gets. I just don't fancy sell outs, (people who manufacture music or themselfs for profit, ex. Britteny Spears).
Place: Scotland or Vancouver
Colour: Red, Green, Purple, Black
Jewlery: My bathtub chains, Barb wire, my grandma's ring, spikes,
Sport: RUGBY!!!!!!! Tackle duck duck goose two! Oh, and soccer and football and maybe hockey.

Flower: Orchids or lilies

Smell: Old Spice Deoderant *drools* and the ocean
Season: Autumn or I guess summer
Food: Asparagus and anything edible
Movie: The Fast and the Furious, The Fight Club,
Pitch Black, House on Haunted Hill, Romeo and Juliet
Book: Harper Hall of Pern, Forever Amber, Stronghold, Dragonfly in Amber, Aurian, and Daughter of the Forest
Soft Drink: Coke and Jones (Powerade's not a soft drink eh?)
Personality traits: Egotistical and insecure all at once. Intense, emotional, powerful and controlling. Full of pain and hurt, I tend to push everyone I care about away from me in fear. Fear of hurting them or them hurting me. Extremely pessimistic and depressed because I know the world all to well. I may appear very immature, but just look deeper and you'll see that's just my counter balance for being forced to become more mature then most adults. I have many layers, all of them subtly different, in which I hide myself in. Certain types of people are able to pick up on that and rip most of them away, But so far, there have only been two people able to do so, and I know a lot of people. Most people just accept that I am constantly changing and they'll never understand or comprehend anything I say, do or even think. I am one of those people constantly and never endingly plagued with problems and events. Just grab some popcorn and sit back and watch, it's better then any soap opera! I have many talents in which I have aquired out of pure need. I can take a problem and completely seporate my mind from it and step back from it all and look at it and solve it. I also think of everything and anything that could possibly happen with me. Any outcome on everything I am prepared for. Very rarely am I caught of guard and am baffled. I know many people in many places and know many things. More then I lead on I do. *smiles* I'm not intellectual at all! I passionately hate love as well. I crave solitude and am very anti-social, contrary for prior believe. I've been through a lot and can relate to everything put infront of me. But if you've ever of met me, you've probably never have guessed any of this unless I've come straight out and told you.

Currently:

Time: 12:06 am Saterday March 15
Eating: Corn on the cob
Drinking: Ice tea
Wearing: Black makeup, black nails, black long sleeve shirt, black pants, rainbow socks..
Watching: Light come through the clouds
Listening: Orange Coloured Sky; Betty Hutton
Thinking: My shoulder iches, it's a dark day. It's been a dark week. What happened? Oh... yea... My shoulder iches, it's a dark day. It's been a dark week. What happened? Oh... yea... My shoulder iches, it's a dark day. It's been a dark week. What happened? Oh... yea... My shoulder iches, it's a dark day. It's been a dark week. What happened? Oh... yea...