Ummm... yeah.

I really want to write a stupid bio here but I can't write one for myself. This game is already stupid (yet mildly entertaining) as it is. You should write one, send it to me and I'll post it. Thanks, without you I would be nothing.

Ok, I'm not a senior in high school but the clerk at 711 the other day told me she thought I was 20, maybe 21 years old. That lady is a liar and she rules. Or maybe she could read my childish, bratty thoughts, like a vampire. I watch too much HBO and discuss too much Twilight with Anna. *I haven't read Twilight, I sit and listen when Anna feels the need to discuss the details of these vampires and werewolves lives. I like the werewolves, myself. Surprise, surprise.

I had many messages and emails about posting a "senior pic" of myself- for a second, I thought it would be funny to post my real senior picture but then I decided that wouldn't be funny, it would be embarrassing. We had band rehearsal today, so Sandy took some photos of me doing funny things in her front yard while her neighbors watched. At one point, I crawled towards the camera with a flower in my mouth and one hand up in claw-like position, like a stealthy cheetah. I would post that one but come on, that's just ridiculous. This picture of Tornado Timmy, on the other hand= not ridiculous.
You know what I was really like in high school? Almost all of my friends were in college. I hated to see kids picking on nerdy kids who wouldn't stand up for themselves so I would do it for them. I wasn't shy about being mean when people deserved it. I took my little brother to elementary school in the morning and to soccer practice after school. I mainly ate nachos for 4 years and somehow stayed 110 pounds. I was very quiet around people I didn't know. I liked to handwrite letters- even back then. I didn't drink. I daydreamed a lot. (I guess I still do.) I loved records, shoes, Vogue, and antiques. I was a horrible singer. My best friend, Angela had an old Toyota named Gloria (after the patti smith song) and we would drive out around the river, listen to music and talk about boys. My other bff, Alison, drove an old Ford Escort- a hatchback named Velouria after the Pixies' song- and we would drive to McDonald's after school where my best-friend-who-was-a boy-worked. We would write silly love letters to him and sign them: The Red Mistress. The people at McDonald's didn't know it was us for a pretty long time. They had every letter pinned up on a board in the back. Man I wish I had those. Would totally scan and post them. That reminds me... we once went inside that McDz and found an enema sitting in a booth. Just sitting there. Lonely and forgotten by someone who needed----i don't know- a place to use it? WTF? Yeah, it was so gross, but so funny. Wow, we need to revisit old high school memories more often. I have a lot of good ones.

I'll quit boring you with things that only I care about. You know, you think some of your experiences are fun to tell to other people until you realize they're just waiting for their turn to talk. Or that's how I feel most of the time. That's why I like to ask people a lot of questions and learn about their lives, because I hate that feeling and I don't want to be one of those people. But you know what? This my blaaaaahg and i can talk about myself if I want to. So there.

And one more funny picture that's totally not ridiculous...
I would like to thank Photoshop for entertaining me when I get bored and can't sleep.

You're pal,

jp