Me
This is just random facts about me...
I am very bored right now.
I have a very annoying little brother named Joe who is failing his
classes.
I am a Floridian stuck in Virginia.
My real name is Debra Rose. My Hebrew name is Devorah Rachel. I am
Dev Rose.
My best friends are online. I do not see them in real life.
I was voted by my Team 601 teachers as Future Famous Author. Make that
future language arts teacher.
Beware of my camera. No one escapes it.
I have a cat named Cinnamon. He is supposed to be Joe's, but he's mine. I love my cat. (On three. One, two,
three, AWWWWWWWW!)
I suffer from Nightingale's Lamp withdrawal if I am not there for over
a day.
I am proud of my bug. I am proud of my wave. Don't make fun of
them.
Don't mess with the R.
I am a social outcast. Do not expect me to go somewhere and immediately
make friends.
I do not care about anyone's race, religion, gender, or sexuality.
I am white, Jewish, female, and bi.
I can draw the NINJA HORSE!
Close your ears when I open my mouth. Despite my last name, I cannot
sing.
Writing is my life.
My comfortability (is that even a word?) level is very low.
I keep a journal. It has over 200 entries. If you read it, you get
what you are asking for. It is not always pretty. Life is not always pretty.
Can you keep a secret? I can.
Cause I'm proud to be an American!
...until it comes time for war. In which case, I'm headed to Canada.
I am not a member of a revolution.
I do hate my body.
Power to the wolf. Power to the wolf who ate the sharp cheddar cheese.
Power to the wolf who is bright pink, made of moldy cheese, and is stalking
me. Oh, and power to the moose in my locker.
Down with the clown! Clowns are scary. Down with all
clowns.
If you dislike Evanescence, don't let me hear it.
If you dislike TATu, don't let me hear it.
If you don't know of Five O'Clock Shadow, don't let me hear it.
If you don't know of Carey Ziegler's Expensive Hobby, don't let me
hear it.
If you dislike Tamora Pierce books, don't let me hear it.
If you dislike Rita Mae Brown books, don't let me hear it.
If you are the opposite of the above, please let me hear it.
Get it through your head. I am not a boy.
I am the clumsiest person alive.
I can spell velocity.
I care to help others before I care to help myself.
There is a monster in the ceiling of Harmony. I invented him. (Credit
also goes to Emily C and Emily S)
I am not a soccer player, just a person who plays soccer.
I have moved six times.
I have been to eight different schools.
I have lived in six different towns.
I have lived in three different states.
When I turn 18, I'll have lived exactly a third of my life each in
Massachusetts, Florida, and Virginia.
My blanket looks like there is a hippo under it. Gimme the hippo!
I despise stupid people.
I despise airheads.
I am not a stupid airhead.
My (used to be) best friend here is one. Go figure.
I do not care about fashion.
I do not care about actors and actresses.
I do not care about television.
I do not care about movies.
I do not care about teenage stuff.
Maybe I'm not a teen. Maybe I'm an alien.
I am good in math. I took Algebra 2 as a freshman. I dislike math.
I am good in Spanish (on tests--when a week later comes, I forget it).
I took Spanish and aced it. I dislike Spanish.
I am good in World History. I took World History and aced it. I dislike
World History. (But only because I took the class already and it's repeating.)
I am good in public school. I went to public school. I dislike public
school.
I go to American Hebrew Academy for high school. Finally, a solution!
I'm running out of facts.
I often prefer to hang around the college-aged or a little above girls
than the people my age. *coughJami,Rayet,Melisa,Missty,Eveninghawkandsooncough*
My classmates are stupid. Mostly.
My classmates are annoying girls who giggle too high-pitchedly and
care about stupid things.
My classmates are annoying boys who make animal noises in PE class.
Maybe my classmates are stupid animals.
I have found my sense of humor. If you have not caught on to it by
now, don't let me hear it.
I am usually lost in chatrooms.
I got a 520 in Math and a 500 in Verbal on my SATs as a seventh grader.
I got a 550 Math and a 630 Verbal as an eighth grader. I got a 640 math
and a 620 Verbal as a ninth grader. No, I did not cheat.
I wish I had something better to do right now.
This is getting old.
I am running out of facts.
Pretty soon you'll be hearing stupid things.
You don't want to hear that.
I think I'll stop before you have to hear that.
Oh, wait, you already have.
Goodbye.