My name is Emma and I am 18 and I live in Sydney (in Australia, not Canada) but not a cool part just a mediocre bit and this is what my face looks like sometimes.

I am most definitely going to hell, but those cheap laughs are totally worth it.
I overexaggerate for dramatic effect, but I’m allowed to because I did drama at school.

My boyfriend is perpetually disappointed by the fact that I am not Emma Watson. Our relationship is built on this mutual dismay.

I like acting and theatre and books and television and films and music and clothes and spending my money on the above.
I am a poor uni student.
Summer fruit is my favourite thing about summer.

If my life was to be represented by a single symbol, it would be a tea-ring.

(And no, I have no affiliation with that funky sounding store Emma Soup in Newcastle.)