Hahaha, oh dear.  I was looking back at the sadness which was me in my high school yearbook the other day and it was a sad, sad state of affairs.  Sullen-faced tomboy, meet bitter angsty teen!

It got me thinking of who I am now compared to who I was then, and who I could have been if I'd done things differently.  I think to myself, what would have happened if I'd changed what I wore, or taken the initiative to approach someone in the hall, or stood up and told any one of the half dozen individuals who carried out a fairly constant string of belittlement upon me from grade to grade to go fuck themselves?  Where would I be now?

But then I realize that if I had done any of those things I probably wouldn't be the same person I am today -- the notion of which is admittedly intriguing, but also alarming.  I've always been a strong believer that the experiences in your past, good and bad, have direct influence in shaping who you become.  I don't know where I'd be in my life or who I would have developed into if junior high and high school had gone differently, but what is clear is that I am a mentally and emotionally healthier person now than I was several years ago, or even prior to then.

Do I still hope that certain people who mercilessly picked on me back during school are these days now miserable, penniless, and lying hungry and alone in the gutter?  Of course I do.  I'm still shallow and bitter in that way and if I put my mind to it I can hold one hell of a grudge.  However, I consider myself much more optimistic now too and I think most people who knew me both then and now could attest to that.  Not everything is black and white anymore -- I've developed some variable shades of grey in regards to many things I used to be particularly opinionated about; on politics, on people, on relationships, on life. I'm more upbeat.  In general I value myself more, both emotionally and body-wise, and I'm no longer convinced the world is toting some personal vendetta to screw me over.  (An encouraging concept.)  The point is, who knows if I would have ever gotten to this point if I hadn't gone through the whole sullen, angsty, bitter teenage phase?

With this in mind, I finally got around to taking part in a (very long overdue) DeviantArt "time warp" meme that's been floating around for ages and I've been too lazy to complete until now.  :P  (Ignore the craptacular inking and coloring, like I said, I was lazy and it was a quick job.)  Commemorating all the lame, the embarrassing, the goofy, the bitter, (and the horrible fashion choices) that have made you who you are.

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No sir, you couldn't pay me to go back to my junior high and high school days.  But you also couldn't pay me to make them disappear, because who's to say I wouldn't presently disappear along with them?

Change.  Personal evolution.  It makes me excited to think about where I'll be in another ten years from now.  :D

Mood: You can run but you can't hide!

Being an avid, long time lover of hugs myself and one who is of the strong opinion that there can never be too many hugs in the world, I've compiled my own Hug Bucket. A Hug Bucket, I have been enlightened to learn from one of the recent Vlogbrother videos, is similar to a "bucket list" (ie. things you'd like to do before you kick the proverbial bucket) only in this case equate "things"="people" and "do"="hug the bejeezus out of."

And so I decided it would nice to create a list of individuals I would like to hug before I die in a little Hug Buckety sand pail of my own. I think it would be pink. With perhaps, bunnies and rainbows printed on the side of it. Yes. And these are the people who would be in it:

• The Old Spice body wash guy
• Simon Cowell
• Colin Firth (as Mr. Darcy)
• Natalie Tran
• J.K. Rowling (in leu of Severus Snape not actually existing)
• Robert Downey Jr.
• Felicia Day
• John Green (sorry Hank, there wasn't room enough in the bucket for both of you)
• Alyson Hannigan
• The Doctor
• Toby Ziegler and Ainsley Hayes from West Wing
• Gregory House
• A lion
• An armful of bunnies
• Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon
• This robot
• This guy
• This girl
• Oh and this guy too
• Colin Mochrie
• A velociraptor

My Hug Bucket also obviously already has Mason and Sister and my wonderful family and friends and Iroh and Toby and Velcro-Cat already, all who thankfully I can hug any time and as hard and for as long as I want until they eventually untangle themselves from my clutches (or in the case of Iroh, bite me.) Does this mean I have to take them all out of the bucket now? I'm confused on that part still. I prefer to think of them all as extra special and infinity doomed to reside in my Hug Bucket.

I hope you all like pink. ♥

Mood: Post-napping

I am now living with a man with toe shoes. We ventured out today to buy him a pair of this strange footwear; and yes, while they are apparently the most comfortable things you'll ever wear on your feet, and yes, they help with balance and posture, and yes, they are scientifically proven to be better to walk and run in then sneakers and regular shoes... I just can't get over the fact that they remind me of turtle feet. I am in love with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. (This is all Greg's fault. He started the crazy finger shoe epidemic.)

I almost don't want to make mention of it for paranoid fear of jinxing it, but I think I may have finally solved my constant headache brain worms. While we were away on the cruise, Chelle was over bunny sitting and turned down the brightness on my iMac monitor by a dramatic amount. My first day back at work I did the same thing for my office computer (they're both sitting at about 25% full now), and in the last four weeks since I've only had four headaches. I don't think I can remember the last time I've been so headache free over that span of time, though it would make a lot of sense because it was around the time I got my iMac and started going to NAIT with iMac's in class that the brain worms came around. *Sparkly tear-filled eyes of joy* We'll give it a couple more weeks and see how it goes, but fingers crossed that my 3ish years of past numbing head pain are behind me.

I downloaded the BBC six-part Pride and Prejudice mini series. I've heard lots of wonderful things about it from people so I thought I'd give it a whirl. Bridgette Jones would never lead me astray, would she?

All right and this is grossly overdue, but here's the answers that 5-question meme you tailored for me... like... half a year ago. (I think that's all the stored up memes I have. I'm on a roll.)

1. You've won a date with a celebrity of your choice! Who would you pick and what would you do?

   Oh god, what a cruel question -- so many choices but only one date! D: I'm torn between Simon Cowell and Johnny Depp. I mean on the one hand, there's adorably angry and British Mr. Cowell, who I would first: pile him with puppies, kittens, and rainbows; then second: proceed to velcro myself to his leg and see how long it takes him to tear me away and how crazy he becomes during the process. And on the other hand, there's plain adorable Mr. Depp; who I would, you know, just stare at all day. I may or may not ask him to take off his shirt and crawl across the floor to me like a panther. Rarrwww~ ¬_¬ <3

2. The UN is banning chocolate world-wide tomorrow. What would you chose to be your final chocolaty-meal?

   One last chocolate meal ever? D: Safeway chocolate truffle cake. Mmmm mmmmm~ Immediately following, overcome by grief, I would then proceed to drown myself in the North Saskatchewan.

3. You are forced to live for one year in a country where English is not the primary language spoken. Where would you choose to live?

   D: OMGthatwouldbesostressful. *Preemptive hyperventilating* Maybe France? French is supposed to be relatively easy to catch on to, isn't it? And while I was being shunned by all the French-speaking natives, I would drown my sorrows in the sights of the city of Paris and eventually become the creepy American recluse hiding in the bell towers of Notre Dame' while wiling away my lonesome days singing to dead pigeons. What a sad French life I would lead. :c

4. Is there something you wish you had said to someone, but at the time just couldn't bring yourself to say? Say it now, with or without the name of the relevant individual attached.

   I'm sorry.

5. It turns out hell is highly personalized. What would your own, special, personal hell be like?

   Hell doesn't need to be very personalized for me. Being surrounded by literal flamey hellfire for the rest of eternity would would be too much for my already irrational fear of fiery doom, and my head would probably explode from the stress.

Mood: Killing time on the computron

I technically just did a meme like this, so I tried to do 25 new things that weren't included in the last one. :P

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.

1. I routinely look like I just crawled out of a barn. Between the bits and pieces of hay from sitting in my pet rabbit's playpen and the tufts of white feathers that escape from my down-filled winter jacket and get caught on my clothes, it raises the theory that I live in a chicken coup.
2. I used to be a tomboy. It's only in the last three or four-ish years that I've ditched the ugly over-sized man shirts to openly embrace my feminine side. Floral! Color! Dresses! Fitted clothes! OMG look I'm actually a girl and I LOVE IT~! :3 I would never ever go back to the way I was, because being girly is too much fun.
3. I really like my job, and that's something that I never would have believed I'd ever say. But I do, I like the job, I adore the people I work with, I get excited over new projects we're working on and where we're going. It's not very often many people are able to wake up everyday and not hate the idea of going to their job, and it concerns and makes me a little sad to not know whether I'll still be able to be there a year from now.
4. I would love to travel more. I especially dream one day of going back to Europe... England, Paris! *hearts* I wouldn't mind visiting Africa and maybe Japan too~
5. My biggest goal in the next five years (and that's a maximum ETA, preference would be one to two years) to own my own bloody house. I hate renting, I hate it! Look at all my beautiful money being sucked away that I'll never see again! D: I want more space, I want a garage, and I want a yard so we can finally get a puppy~
6. I'm probably one of the few people who was born in St. Albert, Alberta, and never ever wants to leave. It is one of the many aspects that is part of what makes up what has been affectionately coined the "Brenna Bubble". I love my little slice of suburbia and if I get my way I will live here forever. By an uncommon contrast, I despise Edmonton. It's too big, it's dirty, it's stressful, and it's scary, as opposed to my comfortably small city that is by comparison clean, easy, and safe, and most importantly, is close to my friends and family. If I ever make a move out of St. Albert, it will be to another suburb in the nearby area, but if it's left up to me, I will die here in one of the very many local retirement homes.
7. My dialogue is littered with what we in the family refer to as "Saunders Words", and sometimes I forget that the rest of the world has never heard of them. Terms like "gweeblies", "tuffettops", and "goobersmooch" have a habit of sneaking into my dictionary while out in public and end up earning me lots of funny looks and ridicule.
8. I speak to my bunny as if he were a tiny three-year-old. I never thought I'd be one of those people who engages in in depth conversations with my pet and treats them like their own child, but I can't help it! *Hugs Toby* He's so freaking adorable! X3
9. I wish I had more money to buy ridiculous amounts of clothes and shoes! I can't walk into a mall without seeing a dozen things I want to have, and if I didn't have the reserves of will power as I do, I would be very very poor.
10. I am probably the pickiest eater I have ever and will ever know of. (And I can't even blame mine on allergies or anything.)
11. I'm cold all the time. I hate being freaking cold! *Hugs her portable work heater*
12. I'd really like to get more in shape since my current shape is more like a squiggly no-muscly void of nothing, but I am admittedly notoriously lazy when it comes to physical activity. Gyms are an absolute no-go for me. Selected sports I can sometimes pull off, but it really has to be a very Brenna-friendly sport, and that usually means that it doesn't involve a lot of running or painful physical contact. I keep saying I want to get into a habit of playing DDR again every day, but that probably won't actually happen until we have a house and more space to keep the dancing mat out and available to remind me to use it.
13. On the note of Brenna-friendly sports, I'm extremely glad that Mason introduced me to golf. Yes, it's as boring as dirt to watch on television, but I really do enjoy playing it. It gives me some exercise, I get to go for a nice leisurely walk, and it's very relaxing.
14. I started taking piano lessons this year, something I've always wanted to do and finally did~
15. I don't like small talk. I'm much more of a comfortable silence kind of girl. Please don't talk to me about the weather or other things we know that neither of us are really interested in talking about just to fill an awkward void. Either have an actual conversation with me, or keep to the rule silence is golden.
16. When it comes to television and movies and books, my favorite characters always end up being either:
    
    1. villains (ex. Spike from Buffy, Grievous from Star Wars),
    2. arrogant assholes (ex. Alan Shore from Boston Legal, Severus Snape from HP), or
    3. a little bit crazy (ex. Dilandau from Escaflowne, The Joker from Batman).

    Or in some cases, all of the above mixed into some crazy Molotov cocktail of creepy. It's especially strange since all these characteristics when displayed in real life piss me off and make me want to punch the owner in the face. Yet in books and shows, I can't get enough of them. They draw me in -- they're just always so much more interesting than the heroes or other protagonists! :B

17. Denny Crane.
18. I'm so happy to be getting back into reading again. I was an obsessive book worm when I was younger, and then for whatever reason I stopped buying books and going to the library for a while when I discovered things like anime and manga and pink Nintendo DS's. Something clicked last year though and I've compiled a giant list of must-read material that I'm working though.
19. I am an Anal Annie when it comes to filling the dishwasher. Everything has a designated place, dishes must be sorted, everything has to fit in order to maximize dishwasher capacity and efficiency! Mason very often simply doesn't load the dishwasher at home because he knows that I'll just walk by, get frustrated, and proceed to take everything out and re-load it my own way. I go over to my parent's house for dinner some times and blanch at the horror that is their dishwasher now that I don't live at home with them. It's a disgrace, and I think they do it purely because they know it annoys me.
20. I like playing board games. One night a week I get together with a bunch of friends and we play a board game or card game of some sort, it's a lot of fun, and I like that I get to see the group of people at least once each week because of it.
21. I am an enormous fangirly geek, and I love it. Being a fangirl is my favorite hobby ever, whether it's watching episodes of a series over and over again, or finding a new piece of amazing fanart, or staying up until the wee hours of the morning researching information and details on specific parts of a story or character that I never knew before.
22. Directly related to / caused by / is the causing factor of #21, I'm a pretty big daydreamer. Not in the teenage girly sense of "and then Johnny Depp comes sweeping in with rippling muscles and carries me off for some full-frontal shagging", but more along the lines of where I write little scenes and bits in my head of various fandoms I'm currently indulging in. It's more or less fanfiction writing, only without the actual typing because that's far too much effort. I like to think up those scenes you'd love to see, or bits of a story and character experiences that were never included but should have been. They play like my own little directed movies in my head, and they can range from little two-minute concoctions to full blown half hour episodes where I end up getting really annoyed if someone interrupts me in the middle of it.
23. I both miss and do not miss my old spiky hair. I miss it because it was very unique, and not a style you saw on every female who walked by; though on the same note, I very much do not miss it because of the same reason. My hair may be more boring now, but it feels more mature and I'm finally no longer recognized every where I go as "That spiky haired girl who worked at Sobeys". =_=; There's a point when creepy old ladies try to run their hands over your hair gushing that you say enough is enough.
24. I live my life by my Google Calendar. *Hearts* I'm not sure I could get along in the world on a day-to-day basis without my online schedule and daytimer.
25. I can't stand rudeness. It is by far my biggest pet peeve and turn off. Egotistical people come in as a close second -- modesty is a virtue, learn to use it, you arrogant asswipes.

Mood: Still a little sick

The very belated meme stolen from my sister's blog a year ago that I forget to ever actually do.

Here's how you play. The idea is to note ten things you've done or facts about you that you think are pretty unique -- although, given what's happened in other blogs and journals where this game is being played, you'll be surprised at how many people end up saying "Hey, me too!" Put them up in your own journal and let the fun begin (you can also add your list in comments, or put a link back to any entry you write.)

1. I lock the bathroom door when I'm at home by myself. I don't like going in for a shower when I'm home alone with the water thundering and not being able to hear on the off chance some creepy sleaze breaks into my home to steal me blind and rape me. So I lock the door so at least if someone does sneak in I'll have a better chance to hear them when they're thwarted in their violent attempt to barge into the bathroom after me, and have enough time to scramble for the shampoo bottle as a half-assed attempt excuse for a weapon. It's just become habit. If for whatever reason I'm feeling jumpy that day I'll even keep my cellphone by the sink as well.
2. The god damn toilet paper roll must be facing outward. It drives me absolutely batty when someone replaces an empty roll with a new one and hangs it with the end of the paper facing or pressed up against the wall. It needs to be hanging outward, toward your hand, for easier accessibility and also so it's not smothered up against whatever filth and germs have settled on your wall or assorted bathroom cabinetry. I'll change it every time if it is, providing that the toiler roll dispenser is not overly complicated to master. If I have ever been in your bathroom then I have probably changed yours.
3. I'm not sure who or how popularity gets decided in middle school but in any event it was deemed on high that I was to have no part in it, and thus was teased and bullied, as all youth who get christened as such inevitably are. Upon the urging of one of my few friends (who I realized years later was never really a good friend to me in the first place), she convinced me to stop hanging out with another one of my friends -- who in my case had been my very best friend for ten years, and who was just as, if not more, teased and outcast than us -- in a last-ditch hope to fit in. Abandoning that friend is one of the biggest regrets of my life. It was completely selfish, cruel, and desperate; and being a dumb teenager then does not excuse the fact that I left someone I cared about completely alone and vulnerable when they needed me the most. I'm too much of a coward to explain or try to apologize for casting them aside, because I don't believe I deserve their forgiveness. To this day each time I think about what I did to that individual, I think a little less of myself.
4. I have a somewhat crazy and childish love for the NAPA Auto trucks. You know the white trucks and hatchbacks that you see driving around the city wearing the little yellow hats? Yeah, those ones. I LOVE THEM. X3 I'm not sure why I do, I just remember being a kid and seeing one of those trucks with the yellow hats and it made me flail and point and squeal "That truck is wearing a HAT!" O: I made my Dad turn around our car and follow one for a couple blocks once. I used to wonder where they went went when they weren't driving around on the roads. Where did these adorable little vehicles come from? Where did they sleep? And I'm not going to lie, it was of the more geeky highlights of my life when, years later as an -- apparently -- mature adult, I was finally shown. When we first began dating, Mason took me to the mysterious, secret land where the trucks lived (that is to say, he drove me through the back lot of the NAPA auto yard that I never even realized existed on the south end of St. Albert.) It was very exciting for me. There was some definite squeeing on my part.
5. The friends I made in high school changed my life. I spent a majority of my school years hating the world, other people, and myself; I am a vastly different person now than I was then, for the better; and I know that at least a part of who I am today is because of them. There are certain friends from high school, some who I don't even see very often anymore, and others who in turn have been introduced to me by those original friends from high school -- who I very honestly consider part of my family. In many ways they saved me, whether they're aware of it or not, and I don't know where I'd be now if I hadn't met them.
6. I hate talking on the phone. It doesn't matter who it is on the other end of the line, I just get uncomfortable and stuttery and fumble with my words; I prefer emailing or talking in person. In my opinion, phones are only needed for 1) emergencies, and 2) for short, informative messages such as what time I'll be picked up or if there's a change of plans for something. Don't phone me up to "chat". My mind will wander because I can't see your face and I'll either lose interest or be bored to tears. It's not an insult to whoever I'm talking to or what we're talking about, it's just what happens to me when I use the telephone. I could never be a receptionist. Ugh.
7. From the time I learned how to talk to the middle of elementary school, I had a speech impediment where I couldn't for the life of me properly pronounce my R's. I toddled around for the majority of my very young life making comments about that "wed fiahtwuck", complaining that my sister "Wachelle" had stolen my favorite Archie comic, and proudly announcing my name was "Bwenna Saundaws". I worked with an instructor through out my first years of schooling to correct my flawed yet amusing pronunciation issues.
8. I cried when I found out my betta fish was dying.
9. I have Reynolds Phenomenon. It sounds like something horribly scary like cancer but it's not; basically the deal is that my fingers have very bad blood circulation. If exposed to cold temperatures my fingers can start to turn white and sometimes purple and they begin to sting like a bitch as if I have severe frostbite (and when I say cold, that doesn't just mean the -20 Canadian winter -- anything lower than +10 weather can prompt it, and occasionally even when I'm at work or at home and the room is cool.) It doesn't impair me much besides being generally annoying and forcing me to wear gloves outside still when other people are already shedding off their winter coats. It also excuses me from shoveling snow, which personally I find to be a plus. In my particular case of Reynolds it was most likely caused from getting some frostbite from carrying groceries outside as a courtesy clerk at Sobeys for a year and not wearing mittens like the retard teenager I was. (I'm a cautionary tale for all those dumb kids who walk around in the dead of winter with no hat and gloves. STOP BEING STUPID.) For more detailed information from actual doctory-type sources, go here.
10. I have an irrational fear of fiery death. I am timid and paranoid at the best of times, but anything to do with potential explosions, electrical shock, or general fire-related trauma makes me go a tad OCD. There's really no reason for my over-active fiery death paranoia other than the fact that I'm too fond of the idea of burning alive. It's right up there on my list of Worst Ways to Die with "being eaten" and "being slowly squished or ground up like a cartoon character". The fact that my boyfriend is an electrician helps to both sooth and worsen my paranoia since on the one hand he knows very well that "No Brenna, placing that power bar under the bed near the hot water heat register will not make it erupt into flames underneath you during the night"; but on the other hand is constantly working with scary electricity and constantly regails me with terrifying stories of men blowing their arms off on site, and making me fret moreso everyday he drives off to work.

Mood: Nose sniffley

So after taking a six month hiatus from my PS2, I am once more attempting to tackle Kingdom Hearts. When last I played, I went nonstop until I reached Cerberus and then threw a fit when I couldn't beat the silly three-headed dog and abruptly got frustrated and gave up.

My love for the cute Disney-esque characters and accompanying story has been rekindled since Mason started playing his way through KH2. Yes, my determination has been profoundly fortified, friends. I have printed off my trusty and detailed 100-page walkthrough of which I have meticulously organized and tagged in a three-ring binder and have picked up where I left off eons ago (after Mason was kind enough to beat Cerberus for me. "TAKE THAT, DIGITAL DOG, BEGONE!" Ho ho.) I am determined this time to finish the game with all 99 dalmatians, every Pooh page, and all trinities and whatnot to unlock the secret ending (of which, yes, I've already watched on youTube -- along with the ending of KH2 as well -- but it's the principle of the thing.)

*Wears a bright red shirt with the giant words POSER stamped across the front of it. Wears it with pride, damnit.*

Now for mindless survey. You know, because I haven't done enough of them yet.

A is for age: 21.
B is for booze: Wildberry cooooooooler!.
C is for career: Web designer.
D is for dad's name: Daddikins~
E is for essential items to bring to a party: Five dollars. (We have poker parties.)
F is for favourite song at the moment: "Passion (Sanctuary)" by Utada Hikaru. (I'm a little obsessed with Kingdom Hearts right now.)
G is for girlfriend: As in "I am Mason's". . .? I'm have no girlfriend to call my own, unfortunately. Woe is me.
H is for hometown: St. Albert (Edmonton's tiny, much less ugly and less hobo-filled, younger sibling.)
I is for instruments you play: I wish I'd taken piano as a kid. I have piano fingers. Alas, they go to waste.
J is for jam or jelly you like: Ew and ew. Death to jam and all manner of jellies!
K is for kids: Some day.
L is for living arrangements: Still with my parents. I love them to death, by golly, but as soon as I have the funds I'd like to take a step out on my own~
M is for mom's name: Mommikins~
N is for name of your best friend: I've never seemed to have luck with keeping best friends, they always leave and then I have a breakdown. I have many friends, but I'm not going to "best-ify" any of them.
O is for overnight hospital stays: I had a spot that could have some day developed into cancer removed from the top of my head when I was in elementary. I vaguely remember purple popsicles.
P is for phobias: Firey death, spiders, and clowns. (Among many others. . .)
Q is for quote you like: "Spinning at the speed of TEEN ANGST!"
R is for relationship that lasted longest: Mason~ Coming up five months and counting.
S is for sexual position: *Looking through her latest issue of Cosmo Sutra in Cosmopolitan. Eyes bug out. "See, now that's not even humanly possible right there."* See how I cleverly avoided answering this one? Ho ho.
U is for unique trait: Um. Uhh. *Strains* I am a dishwasher loader extroadinaire! =_=; *Goes out back and stones herself*
V is for vegetable you love: Corn and cucumbers. (They are the only vegetables I love.)
W is for worst trait: Terrible memory, and I'm horribly paranoid.
X is for x-rays you've had: Last winter I cracked my elbow.
Y is for yummy food you make: Cookies! Cucumber salad! Rice and chicken!
Z is for zodiac sign: Aries.

FIRSTS ...

First job: McDees. Craptacular. Absolutely craptacular.
First screen name: Alisa Morgan.
First funeral: My grade three teacher.
First pet: Two cats I don't remember from when I was young. A dog named Sheena. A hamster named Mrs. Bean.
First piercing: My ears. NEVER AGAIN.
First tattoo: I wish. Maybe a little Japanese character for "love" or something. Too bad I'm horribly afraid of pain.
First credit card: Visa.
First kiss: My best friend when I was a kid was a guy, we pecked in that cute little kid way. Actual kiss, not until the end of high school.
First enemy: Cripes, I don't know. I hated everyone during junior high, the world was my arch nemesis, kiddies.
First favourite musical artist: Celine Dion. Go ahead, laugh your ass off.

LASTS ...

Last car ride: This morning, drove home from Mason's.
Last kiss: This morning~
Last movie watched: Jet Li's Fearless. I was looking for a brainless action movie and it wasn't it.
Last beverage drank: Milk.
Last food consumed: Eggs and toast, and then some mini Rolos.
Last phone call: Mason.
Last time showered: Yesterday morning.
Last CD played: Sarah McLachlan - Bloom Remix Album.
Last website visited: VGCats.com
Single or Taken: Taken
Sex: Female.
Birthday: April 10, 1985.
Siblings: Older sister, Chelle; older brother, Seanathan.
Hair colour: Strawberry blond.
Eye colour: Mostly blueish.
Shoe size: 8 or 8½.

That was an uninteresting end to that survey. SHAME ON YOU MEME GODS. SHAAAAME. *Cosmic finger wagging*