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Sunday, November 03, 2002
Who's That Girl?
I'm still really excited about this whole Blogging thing, so here I am again. I doubt Blogspot has any sort of "About Me" section I could make use of, but even if they did, I probably wouldn't know how to set it up. Given that I at least know how to post something, you'll learn a little bit about me here. I play the hooker in rugby. The water center was my favourite in kindergarten. I enjoy cold leftovers. Acting is one of my passions. I collect pennies. I'm allergic to mosquito bites. I can't choose between sunrises and sunsets. I love. A lot. My favourite number is 7. I'm five feet tall. I've seen every episode of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I really like peanut butter. I rub the faces of my nails against my lips when I think. My hair goes down to my waist. I plan to donate my hair to the Cancer Society. I smile. A lot. I enjoy playing in the rain. I always look for the Big Dipper first. My favourite colour is purple. I hated holding hands until I met Greg. I like my music loud. I hate it when people yell. I was tricked into eating duck heart when I was 10. I cry. A lot. I can't dance, but I do it anyway. I can't sing either, but I do that too. I've eaten an apple a day since I was 14. I'm an avid Simpsoneer. My favourite winter activity is eating ice cream in the snow. I like my orange juice pulpy. If I'm in a kitchen, something will go wrong. I hug. A lot. I sing in the shower. Crayons make me happy. I have cookies named after me. I always order a Shirley Temple. I got my first computer when I was 16. I think typewriters are extremely cool. I'm a shopaholic. I laugh. Out loud. A lot. I'm stubborn. I'm somewhat shy. I get jealous too easily, too often. Everyday is an effort to change the above three items. I think public transit is romantic. Somehow. Harry Potter is my hero. Don Quixote is also my hero. I try very hard. I love canoeing. I've never left the continent. I talk quite fast. I'm a social vegetarian. I know Latin. I can't whistle. I'm optimistic, but sometimes I knock my glass over. I just am. The above is a rather superficial description of who I am, but it will have to suffice for now. The truth is, I barely know who I am, and I am no closer to finding out now than I was 7 months ago. I can promise that I'll keep trying, but no promises on results anytime soon. I am who you perceive me to be. To me, I'm simply Shirley. |
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