Sunday, March 12, 2006

Thank God for Luke

And if you knew Luke, you'd appreciate the irony of that statement. I have been saved from the boredom of the AGS by a quiz stolen from a President!

When I was five: I went horseback riding for the first time. The saddle was painful and I shrieked like a banshee.

My mother told me: That 90% of what I say is unoriginal.

There's this girl I know who: is going to be very famous one day.

I lost: the headphones to my iPod

Last night: Michael Emond served me shrimp

Once I dreamt: Angelina Jolie sat next to me at a concert. She ate Starbursts until she weighed 3000 pounds.

When I listen to music: I listen to good music.

Last time I was drunk: I played "electronic Spin-The-Bottle."

Days until my birthday: 292

If I was a character written by Shakespeare I'd be: Oddly, Hamlet. But wouldn't everyone?

By this time next year: I hope to have enough money to do something creative with my life.

I have a hard time understanding: poetry.

You know I like you if: You get a hug.

If I won an award, the first person I'd thank is: Jessica Rabbit.

Take my advice: PLEASE! HAH!

My ideal breakfast is: Cereal, cereal, cereal.

If you visit my hometown: I'll take you to some fun stores.

Why won't anyone: bring me a pita?

I'd stop my wedding if: I had a heart attack.

The world could do without: a few choice people. Actually, they should be put on an island and made to fight each other.

My favorite blonde is: Stephie!

Paper clips are more useful than: a kick in the shin with a frozen muckluck.

And by the way: you've got some fuzz on your shoulder.

The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: Mongooses. But if Cobras start flying, I am never leaving the house again.

Random fact: If I have kids, I'd like 2 girls named Wednesday and Penny.

I secretly: think myself quite untalented.

Ahhhh... 17 minutes efficiently wasted. I feel like burning off some fumes instead of collecting them and exporting them.

It was foggy this morning. Fog = Mystery.

1 Comments:

At 12:56 a.m., Blogger Phinneas Q Jacksmith said...

No, she meant it. My mom has this bad habit of saying things without realizing that they are particularly hurtful; scarring, if you will.

Paging Dr. Freud...

 

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