My full name is Meganicoleblanc.
I am often mistaken as a 15 year old. I’m 19.
If I let my hair grow any longer I’ll be able to sit on it.
I have blue eyes, but my mom’s always liked brown best.
I am in bad need of a tan.
I like to go to the gym even though I know I don’t need to.
I’m losing my athletic abilities.
I ate it bad playing racquetball.
I usually only wear make-up for special occasions.
I’m too cheap to really care about style.
I refuse to gain my security from anything but God.
I love praying in my car.
My family is always in my prayers.
I’ve never been in love.
I’m good at dealing with angry customers.
I work at Starbucks.
Sometimes I feel guilty for giving people an unhealthy amount of coffee.
Or making them pay so much for it.
I wish I was bolder.
I’m not easily angered.
I am very sarcastic.
Wit is the coolest form of humor.
Sometimes my cheeks hurt from smiling too much.
I love to smile.
I love to say hi to people I walk by that I don’t know.
I want to bake brownies for a new neighbor one day.
I’m good at baking.
I can’t cook to save a life.
I like that song by the Fray.
I’m going to school to become an elementary or high school teacher, but what I’d really love to do is spend my life teaching people about God.
I hope to travel a lot.
I’ve never lived outside SoCal.
I’m not a big fan of the nighttime.
I like clean, well lighted places.
That’s a short story by Ernest Hemingway.
Ernest Hemingway was very good looking.
I love literature.
I used to write a lot.
I can never finish a journal.
But I can finish a book in a day.
I own an MP3 player, not an Ipod.
I hardly use it.
Country music is my friend.
Like any friendship, it sometimes disappoints.
I’m learning how to be a better friend.
I’m always up for meeting new friends.
