The truth:
I was born in Beeville, TX, then moved to New Jersey when I was a month old, then to Virginia Beach, Virginia, then to Lexington Park, Maryland, then Hollywood, Maryland, then Smithfield, Virginia, then San Jose, California, then San Diego, California, then Meridian, Mississippi, then Patuxent River, Maryland, then Houston, Texas, then to Richardson, Texas.
The not truth:
I am a polar bear. I eat penguins for a living. I got into a fight with Bob Dole one time, well, two times but the second time he didn’t even hit me.
The take a guess at it’s truthfullness:
I own 3 penguins, Cristy, Andrew, and my newest penguin, the Toll Penguin. I am allergic to almost everything ever, so many things in fact that I’ve had a person draw a katamari of all the things I am allergic to. I have a screw in my right foot.
Numbers:
72 inches, 10 fingers, 10 toes, 2 shoes, like 20 socks, 16 SNES games, 15 N64 games, about 14 360 games, about 10 Wii games, 9 team fortress 2 classes, 18 hours of classes, 19.5 hours of work each week, 89 credit hours, 1 bed, 3 pillows, 3 windows in my room.
Specifics:
ATEC major, Creative Writing minor. I want to most likely teach things about writing for a living. Oh, I dislike reading books, it’s boring. Fantasy books, even worse than normal books. Sci-fi books, just as bad as fantasy books.
A poem:
I have love for you,
A sweet translucent goo,
This palmful of nuclear waste,
It’s the thought that counts,
Not the taste.
This red goo in a jar,
Sits in the cupboard,
Next to the box of crunchy frosted clichés,
But since I have love for you,
Does that mean that
I -Jar of Red Goo- You?
It’s the expensive chic style,
That costs 42.99 a pair,
At Victoria’s Secret.
Indeed, I must tell you,
That I have love for you,
But I left it in my other pants.
