So I’ve realized that pretty much anyone can be put into four categories:
- Bird
- Dinosaur
- Bunny
- Turtle
Most everyone go into one of those categories. Zephyr goes into the bird category, as does my mummie. Matt’s a bunny. …Turtle boy, as you have read in previous posts, is a turtle. Seth Johnson’s little brother is a dinosaur, and I’ve thought so every since elementary school (Mark, I know you’ll love that one, you also dinosaur, you). Holly is a fish, though. A beautiful fish, like the one on Fantasia.
What aminal do I look like? 
Oh yeah, but some people are nanny goats.
Pretty nanny goats.
But not until I get knocked up.
In like 10 years.
NOT two.
I’m also poor. Very poor. Until my mommy gives me my graduation present ($200 to spend on school things, such as a bedspread, food, and tampons).
I axed her for a laptop for school, and she said, “Are you sure it’s safe to take a laptop to school?”
The following pictures spread about this blog are from a night when I was looking horrendous. The same night from the other pictures. I don’t care. Look at them anyway.
Also, I’m famous. Very famous. Pretty much anything you search for on Google, Yahoo, or whatev, I’m there. Therefore, you’re famous. You can thank me later.
Or call me at 10:30PM and bitch at me for quoting you and not even using your last name.
Whatever, It’s your choice.
On that note, I really really really miss Michele. Miss Michele. Miss Lee. She spells her name with one L. I hope she likes her new house. She’s like my big sister, except we don’t fight. And she tries not to say the F word in front of me. She has to set a grood example, you knows.
I refuse (!) to miss Dr. Phil today. I’ve missed him the past two days, and that is just unacceptable.
After looking at my school schedule, the only day that I will be able to watch him is Tuesday. He better have the good ones (married couples with sexual problems, bad parents, bad kids, etc) on every Tuesday, or I’m going to be pissed. Next semester, I’m totally scheduling my classes around Dr. Phil.
I’m a Puerto Rican.
I think factorials are just a cheap way to make math look exciting. 7!
“Sometimes I like to look at mondaybear.com just to see what picture comes up on the banner.”
Go to wearetheweb.org and watch the music video before reading this conversation that took place yesterday afternoon.
hoop earrings and ponytails make me look latina too. i was wondering why, and me and erin were pondering over it, and then we went down to South High to pick up Zach and we saw all the mexican girls wearing…. ponytails and hoop earrings. mystery solved.
p.s. you look like a lion more than anything. and i guess that i look like those really small deer at the zoo. the mini ones.
A fish, eh? Fantasia, eh?
Hi,
Thanks for coming to my site. Your website is nice also and to answer your question you look like a bunny to me. lol.
YOU LOOK LIKE A BUNNY!!!
OMG THOSE ARE SUCH COOL PAPER PLATES BTW.
O.K.. I am not a Nanny goat! I believe you look like and act like a bird. A pretty bird and talkative too.
You look like a monkey! Just kidding. I love your site name. It’s cute.
I believe I am a dinosaur. You are a bird. No doubt.
Oh.. but you missed a categorie.
Canadian.
I know, I know, sometimes it’s not added… but give it respect. “Y” is only sometimes a vowel… Can’t we accept Canadian as “sometimes a categorie?”
Why do you still use photobucket to host your pictures? You can host them on this server. Just let me know and I could set you up an FTP. Also, you should resize them for the post. You can tell they’re resized with HTML, and also its still having to load the big picture… so it wastes bandwidth. (Matt can help you with this)
Lickin’ lickin’ lickin’, bangin’ bangin’ bangin’.
I’ve been told I look like a Swordfish (re: Brandon B. to Justin H.), a Laughing Hyena (re: John Effff… W.), and a Sarah Michelle Gellar/Nicholas Cage freak-o’-nature (re: some girl at CCW and some girl at Camp Hazleface). Now, I -know- Mr. Cody would argue and say I am a “bunny,” better yet, a Zephyr Bunny or a Hunny Bunny (re: some Quintin Tarintino film) and yeah. I still owe you a graduamanation present, a belated birfday present, probably some fishnet tights and sushi (NOT at the same time) and maybe a phone call to tell you that my cellular is 100.01% le dead. ded. fred.’s.