About Me
Hello everyone, it's me the David Stephenson. People have called me Watson, Jaimison, and a couple other things. Or you can call me D. Steve. Or you can spell it like Ryan (D'Steve). Either way I am as happy as a sandboy. Of course I would be if you just said David, but D. Steve has its zing. I have as sister named Brianna, and a brother named Daniel. I am the oldest. I also am a Junior at Aloha whoopee, plus I am 16 years old. I should mention my middle name is the better part of my mothers maiden name, which happens to have a Danish lineage. This, of course, makes me Skandinavian and also probably the descendent of a really eccentric guy with an accent. That would be pretty cool. Anyways, more about me in general: I do XC, track, marching band (it's the cool thing to do nowadays), and a bunch of other stuff. Also, I don't have an iPod. If I did, I don't know what I would have on it, probabally a smorgasbord of junk. And none of it would have filthy filthy language. One of my fravoritest candy bars is twix, but I also like rolos, carmellos, reeses cups, some other candy confection I got in Canada. I also like Italian food. I could go for spaghetti with browned butter and mizithra cheese (it also happens to be the Homer Plate or something at the old spaghetti factory). I also like chocco tacos and I think crisp burritos (?), spicy chicken crunchwrap supremes, as well as chalupas. I don't however, think I would enjoy helotes or esquites. Cheese s are nice, and I can almost always go for a cookie. I have a dog named max. I don't know how to spell the breed (actually I do, but sounding it is more satisfying. Just to clarify. I have an IQ over a thousand after all) so I shall sound it out: min-eeeee-aaah-t-you're shhh-now-zer. He is pretty cool, but kinda stupid. Also, I wanted a grandesque name like Alfred, Sir William, Alfonso, or David the Second, but my brother pushed for Max. We also have a cat, but she gets on my nerves. We didn't even get her. She used to belong to the neighbor behind us, but then that guy went to jail and then the cats, Boots and Licorice wandered around. My sister fed 'em so they hung around the house, but we weren't about to take on two cats. Unfortunatly for Licorice, a motorized vehicle had a high-velocity encounter with her, and lucky Boots got to move in. Now we are stuck with her. Shes craaazy. The "I am going to walk around the house hunting inanimate objects and running away from balloons" type of crazy. Also, I got this tizzite tweed jacket. If I had black hair and a come-over, I could pass for Mr. Bean. So yeah anyways, I like pretty much. Look at my dance posse.
