A. Age: Fifteen. Come to think of it, it's the oldest I've ever been.
B. Bed size: Twin. But it's tall!
C. Chore you hate: Our internet goes out spontaneously, and we have to go reset the modem all the time. It gets bothersome.
D. Day: Actually, I'm in the minority in that I don't mind Mondays so much.
E. Essential start to your day: Waking up. (I'd put catching up on my virtual social life, but that would make me look pathetic.)
F. Favorite color: Puuuuuurple. But green and blue are nice too.
G. Gold or silver: Gold. Silver is shinier. I have to keep staring at it.
H. Height: A bit over 5'4". It's boring. I'm not quite short enough to make fun of myself, but I can't make tall jokes either.
I. Instruments: I've played piano for eight years.
J. Job title: I was trying to think of something suiting and wittyish to put here, when Christian dropped his rattle on my keyboard. It hit "9". It's a very dangerous job, 9ing.
K. Kids: I still am one!
L. Live: In a house.
M. Mom's name: Alisa
N. Nicknames: Nuh-uh. Not sharing. I wouldn't inflict such horrid syllables upon my poor readers.
|Hospitals. They hold you hostage there. |
You're their prisoner. Don't let them tell you
P. Pet peeve: I have Alot.
Q. Quote from a movie: I shall call him Squishy, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my Squishy.
R. Right or left handed: Right.
S. Siblings: One baby brother.
T. Time you wake up: Lately about seven-thirty.
U. Underwear: Yes, I wear it. Under my clothes.
V. Vegetables you dislike: It would be easier to name the ones I do like...
W. What makes you run late: Everything.
X. X-rays you've had: Dozens. And would you believe I've never broken a bone?
Y. Yummy food you make: Um... does Easy Mac count?
Z. Zoo: I haven't been in much too long.
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