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grace ker
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26
LONDON
speaks English
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2007-01-07

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about me? Well Well, for someone who can't usually shut up about herself, I am currently out of words... When one's young, one can be anything, a pilot, a writer, an athlete, a footballer, an actor... who knows that when one is no longer that young, one still aspires to be all these things, an artist, an actor, a writer, and... well, depends on which side of the bed I get out of in that particular morning. Well, okay then here it is, I came to the U.K. 11 years ago and went to a boarding school (!!!!!!!!!!). Then onto Wimbledon for a foundation course in Fine Art and promptly lost my marbles for a while there, but then guess that's pretty normal at that age... Then onto Goldsmiths College for a Fine Art/History of Art course in BA, got that, and then onto UCL for a Masters in Film Studies, ah yes, another thing, I adore movies, I can't not watch films, and sometimes even crap stuffs I would watch and then immediately start to bitch as soon as the credit starts to roll, which I don't usually do, but then how can you keep quiet at the end of say, "Speed Two, Cruise Control"? As soon as something like that is over, one must immediately start to bitch!! Oh and reading, very boring old me yes, but how can one not love, LOVE to read? The dark days when I used to have to read crappy novels just so that I could get through the whole book because my English level was so bad. In my third year of BA I was all set to marry Bret Easton Ellis, alas, the man was dying to meet me, he just still doesn't know it yet... And right now? I work in a PR office with its usual intrigue and fun, the usual amount of paper cuts, scissor-jabs and tripping over random boxes on the floor to get to my desk which is perpetually boxed in by more boxes. Then when there are auditions or castings, my long-suffering boss would have to let me go to them the last minute as he had agreed in the beginning... very indulgent... not that I don't appreciate. So there... whatever next?