Hi my name is... Zoila. Once my mom and sister joked with me and told me that I really wasn't part of the family; that they'd found me in a dumpster and felt bad for me and had decided to keep me... I cried and thought they were serious... Yea- so that pretty much explains my dysfunction... When I was a kid, if I was home alone and thought I heard a noise, I would talk out loud and say I was going to get my gun, or make pretend that my dad (who I decided was a police officer)was home... When I was in middle school, I was in the marching band as a trumpet player and on the day of our very first marching parade, I got sick and threw up all over my big puffy uniform...One time, in high school, my choir teacher (whom I loved dearly) was lecturing the class cuz a lot of people were late for after school rehearsal. Anyway, as she was yelling, a collection of saliva began to gather on her bottom lip and kept getting stuck on her top lip which of course caused that nasty stretching thing to take place. She must have not been paying attention since she was yelling at the class, but I was! In fact, that's all I was paying attention to- it was magnified in my mind, which of course made me laugh which of course got her attention, which of course got me in trouble... geesh!I'm trying not too be so emotionally involved in movies, like my friend Becky is, but, it's really hard for me: One time when I was 10, I went to go see this santa clause movie with my sister... There was this scene where this young brother and sister somehow end up driving in a car by themselves on the highway and through a series of events, the car goes over the bridge, into mid-air, and lands in a river... Everyone else is watching the movie, anticipating the next scene... Me? I'm crying hysterically and yelling out loud, "WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS??!???!?!?!"Planterariums rule!I've been enjoying fake reality t.v lately... unscripted television shows... I'm a travel channel addict because really, I wish I had loads and loads of money so that I could spend all my days travelling the world visiting all the rad countries out there. I'd start with IRELAND- I have a slight obsession with that place for many different reasons. I found out that I'm part Irish. My great-grandfather was an Irish priest. that explains a lot about me... ~wink,wink~..
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