Okay since you really wanna know: A: Age of first kiss: 25, although there is speculation about the contraction of chicken pox from a little 5 year old male in kindy garten. B: Band I’m listening to: The Voices… (IN MY HEAD)! They each have their own tone and fight to be heard. I need a naproxen! C: 1st Crush: Sam in the 2nd. He had such curly hair. My friend Kiona had a much more vigilant crush on this adorable blond thing. She was a sassy black girl. I didn’t say nothin about my luv! I was shy, not stupid!! D: Dad’s name: E : Easiest person to talk to : People scare me. F: Favorite ice-cream: Gelato, and heck any icecream from Europe! G: Gummy worms or gummy bears: First I bite the itty, bitty left ear off… H: Hometown: Laramie! Laramie! I: Instruments: I just got a lap harp, but I have the discipline of a grapefruit. J: Junior high: Laramie junior high K: Kids: only if i don't hafta stop bein' one. L: Longest car ride ever: any ride more than two hours, especially Nashville, Tennessee (my almost hometown) to Laramie, Wyoming. M: Mom’s name: N: Nickname: Most people can’t really say my name right. So I go by my nickname. Since most people can’t pronounce it right either, my nickname has nicknames. O: One wish: I would wish I was more a lot of things and less a lot of things. That is kinda silly. I just wanna say and mean “that was awesome!” when I die. P: Phobias: People! I love all kinds, but they freak me out. I am also afraid of love and presents and achievement and time. I also fear the texture of bananas. Q: Quote: “I love you.” R: Reason to smile: See letter “Q”. S: Song you sang most recently: “Joyful, Joyful” the Sister Act way kicks tail! T: Time I awoke: 08h 05m. I do not fear military time! U: Unknown fact about me: I love banana flavor and little bananas from Dungu, Congo (my folks hometown, another almost hometown. I was born in Bukavu, Kivu). V: Vermont: just kidding. W: Worst habit: Letting me be my own bitter pill. X: Xrays: none Y- Your least fave person/thing right now: losing stuff Z: zebra stripes or tiger stripes?: I is what I is! |