Hmmm...let's see...First off I'm going to assume that you are even more bored than I ambecause you are reading my incredibly boring page...thing...majig...leave me alone...i'm on break and i've turned off my brain until they make me go back to school...but for that they'd have to find me first...shhhhh...you don't know i'm under the bed...no one does...exept the cat...who keeps trying to eat my hair...dumb cat...i'm under the bed...with my laptop...and a bouncy ball...and a frisbee...and some long forgotten homework...and some ULO's (unidentified lumpy object)...which will remain unidentified...hehehehe...i just sneezed and scared the cat so badly...it has a bottlebrush tail now and eyes the size of flying saucers...it ran out preeettty fast...i didn't know it could even move that fast...heh heh heh...insert evil chuckle...*starts turning chuckle into full blown cackle* owww...never cackle under the bed...i just hit my head...going to have a lump there soon...i betcha no one's even reading this far...they'll get to the ULO's and be like 'okay i'm just going to move on' but that's what you get for reading the profile of a procrastinating freshmen who is completly hyped up from overconsuption of glucose fructose and has absolutly no life and thus can sit here for hours more, continue eating confectionary sweets and getting so hyped up that thewords start jumbingtogether withoutevenreally noticing whatshe'sdoing because she'snotreallyevenpayingattention anymore...and who will then forget what she was going to right but iscompletlycluelesswill just end thisprofile here before it gets any longer, one ofher parents comes in to find thatshe's procrastinating again and hasn't even started homework even though it's 10:43 pm, or beforeshe falls asleep on this keyboard pushing random buttons with the side ofher cheek, drooling and short circuitingher laptop, and waking up to find keyprints in the side ofher face, becomes frustrated because said prints will not go away, and push save setting beforeshe even realizes thatshe's been typing forehead jibberish as she slept...wow...see if you can sort that out all in your head after only reading it once...betcha can't do it...heh heh heh...now she'll sit back, procrastinate some more by seeing if any ofher other 77 stories thatshe watches daily have updated, read those that have, and starther homework after all that is done, going to bed somewhere around midnight...

can anyone seem to find where i start talking about myself in third person? because suddenly it's no longer I but she...goodness...well if that doesn't scare off any reviewers i might possibly have had my reviews for their stories very well might...

and now for some random pearls of wisdom...straight from the fortune cookie

Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness. -George Santayana

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. -Mother Teresa

If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change how you think about it. -Random chain letter

One cannot have wisdom without living life. -Dorothy McCall

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures. -Jessamyn West

Whoever said nothing was impossible never tried slamming a revolving door. -Someone else's profile

Pain is relative. If you have a hangnail that you say hurts and I smash your foot, suddenly the hangnail doesn't hurt so much anymore. Pain is relative. -Me (want me to prove it^?)

Onto random questions I like asking just to make your brain hurt...

If a baseball player hits a home run over the fence, but then dies before he can run around the bases, does the home run count?

When an atheist swears on a Bible before they testify in court do they have to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth since they don't believe in God?

Isn't it weird that all year round your parents tell you not to play with fire, but on Independence Day they hand you a package of explosives, a lighter, and say have fun? (for some reason my parents are rather cautious about doing that with me and my brother...i can't imagine why *insert evil cackle*...*add bump to head*)

Why is it that when adults have multiple personalities it's schizophrenia, but when a child has imaginary friends it's cute? (we're still trying to decide if we are considered an adult or not...)

When French people swear do they say pardon my English? Why do we say pardon my French anyway? It's not like we're actually swearing in French...well most of us aren't...

Why is a piano player called a pianist, but a race car driver not called a racist?

Why do we say something is out of whack? What's a wack anyway?

If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?

If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?

Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?

And my final note and gem of wisdom for you all: (you can all stop cheering already)...

Sometimes you just have to remember what the rules of life are.

You only need two tools: WD-40 and Duct tape.

If it doesn't move and it should, use the WD-40.

If it moves and it shouldn't, use the Duct tape.