Miss Midas

Me as discribed by Jon Kemp:I was born in a small principality in Western Europe, its not really big enough to be on a map but trust me its a tight place to be from. At the age of five my family moved to upstate New York following an unfortunate accident involving an Arabian Horse and a Barber Shop Quartet (I don't really want to talk about it). The following years were filled with BH-style shenanigans leading to my Regents Diplomia which has served me dilligently in the years hence. College is a haze of mystery, punctured by memories of booze, bars, late night fast food and midgets doing jello shots. I currently reside in the classiest section of historic downtown Saratoga.As mentioned before I am not longer a horse owner, but PUT THE STABLES TO GOOD USE WITH THE STRAPPING LAD'S RANDOMLY GIVEN THE PRIVELAGE OF ESQUIRING ME AROUND TOWN.Perhaps an expansion on these so-called shenanigans must be in order, because I know what you're thinking "i did cool shit in high school, what makes her think her shit was so much better that it fall under the heading "shenanigans"" patience grasshopper. For example our Principal was a former linebacker who in her sparetime dressed as Grimace (the loveable purple retard from McDonald's) at childrens birthdays and Easter, I once raided her mini-fridge and got wasted 1/3 of my art class. Not crazy enough you say? Fine then, most senior classes try to pull off some sort of prank, they pale in comparison to my scheme. I can't share more due to an ongoing police investigation but let it suffice to say 31 pounds of bulk mayonaise, a mallard duck, 2 cement trucks and Chuck Norris were involved.