Commenter head count! (again)

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?

Enjoy

Waitress: *to my family* Have you made your choice?
Dad: I wanna be a fireman when I grow up!

My wrath is relentless. Mrs. O'Neil will taste it.
Nahh, shes too nice. Better to blame it on myself. death..destruction..logarithms..
Weekend was nuts. Angie's recital was excellent, her house afterwards was enlightening. She has a home theater. No joke. Biggest cushiest leather seats my ass have ever made acquaintence with, all in two rows in a dark room separated from the basement by a curtain, hi-def widescreen humungoid television, all hooked up to surround sound and..karaoke revolution. O Angie, how doth I love thee ^_^. Her dances were good too. I got her a boquet of hot pink carnations.
Saturday-black belt testing. Also secretary training. Apparently the test certificates are korean standard size paper and not english, so I have to put them in a *dumdumDUM* typewriter and fill them out with said typewriter. Jees-a. I have never used one. It took me a few tries, but I think I sorta got it. Its very paranoid though, since messing up a certificate means messing up something very ornate and pretty. I think I have to do more today. Yikes. After the black belt test, Tyler, Evan, ra-ra-Aurora and myself went to le mall and got funky in the food court. By that I mean eating. Then we read some interesting stuff in the bookstore, and started walking towards my house. Problem: No key. We were walking towards Ryan's house. I had to defecate. So, stopped in there. We all chatted with Ryan's mom for some time, enter his dad stage left near the end of it. Tyler, Evan, and Aurora left to be picked up at Target. I stayed, having nowhere to go really. Mom and Dad turned out to be in a bar in New Jersey, Walter was not picking up his phone. So, watched a movie with Ru's mom (In America, I reccomend). They fed me some of the best fucking cake I've ever eaten. Apple cake? Whoa. Goddamn that woman can cook. Then I crashed on their couch 'till about 1:30 in the morning when my parents picked me up.
Yeah sage, if you ever get kicked out I reccomend randomly crashing at Ryan's. The hospitality is excellent.
So sunday, Sage-tard convienently forgot to tell me he was not going to church. So! Parents drove me. They went out to breakfast, I discussed fundraising techniques with youth group, reverend dan, and Ninth graders entering youth group next year. The girls were nice, the guys break things and fall off chairs. Next year should be interesting. Reverend Dan knows my name now. Huh. When did that happen? Uniterians are so nice.
Then home. Clean, clean, clean..Kristen and Karen come over and raid my closet for a spanish project, clean, clean, clean..
My room still isn't clean. It's a big room.
Everybody say-YATTA!

Tyler: *reading off snapple cap* '75% of Americans wash from top to bottom.' What's the other 25%?
Hannah: Hooker bath. Crotch, Asshole, Teeth, Armpits.