Oh, where to start....
I’m messy, but I’m not dirty.
I’m the most sarcastic person you’ll ever meet.
I’m a huge bitch unless you know me, then I can be the best friend you'll ever have.
I change my socks three times a day.
I’ve been watching the price is right since I was in kindergarten.
I’m stubborn.
I go through phases where I turn into a health freak.
I’m a spitting image of my dad, but act and talk exactly like my mom.
I’m obsessed with taking pictures.
I hate spiders.
If there are three things on my plate, I’ll only eat one thing at a time until it’s gone.
I want to be Oprah.
If I could do one thing for the rest of my life it would be to always be scuba diving.
I worry about things that have nothing to do with me.
I used to be a huuuuge tomboy, but I try to cover it up.
I can swallow pills without water.
I’m over-dramatic.
I’ve never met anyone else with my last name (besides family) but over half of the female population has my middle name.
I have the best friends in the entire world.
I pay very close attention.
I’m really good at spelling, but Ali’s better.
I don’t get sick very often.
I tend to underestimate the amount of alcohol that I consume.
I love to accessorize… I take jewelry, purses, shoes, and sunglasses very seriously.
Yes, I do wear flip flops in the winter.
Thadd is the only person that I’ll let think they’re right, even when I know I am.
I procrastinate like it’s my job, but I work better under pressure.
My sister and I eat cereal out of cups.
Escalators make me nervous.
I’m claustrophobic.
I’m a total pack-rat.
I’m almost always early.
I give subtle hints.
I lose coats and lip gloss a lot.
I judge too quickly.
I hate the ‘top friends’ section on Myspace because I value a lot of my friends equally.
I get sick of people very fast.
I smoke cigars occasionally… there’s something about a little girl smoking a big cigar that gets ‘em. (I’m kidding.)
I hate the texture of nail buffers, sand paper, chalk, and newspaper.
I try to be organized, but that doesn’t last long.
I can’t keep secrets.
As soon as I wake up I’ve already decided whether it’s going to be a good day or not - it can change, though.
I hate hearing my own voice.
I’m picky.
I wear a ring on my left thumb all the time.
I hate repetitive noises… unless I’m making them.
I might be the first person to hear about a movie, a T.V. show, or an album, but I’ll be the last one to watch it or buy it.
When someone tells me I’ll like something, I immediately think I won’t.
Don’t ever ask me to define something, I won’t be able to find the words to explain it.
hate when people yell at me.
I hate the words coke, fork, moist, Tonka, and frolic.
I’ve had the best and the worst job in the world.
I have the incredible ability to keep a conversation going for hours.
Every song I hear reminds me of someone or some point in my life.
And if you haven’t figured this one out already, I’m pretty random. whateverlife was here bulletin
