You wanna know all about me, do you? Doesn’t make you feel like a stalker at all, does it? No? Okay, then…
Well, there I am. Right there on the side, I’m the one in the blue. That’s my original packaging too. It’s how I was delivered: wrapped in blue. Let me tell you…
It all started with my parents driving through the country in their little white chevette.
No, that’s not where we’re going with this story. Hold comments and applause until the end, please.
Continuing right along: They had their little boy with them. He’s responsible for me. He spotted the bright flashing lights and convinced my parents to pull over. When the lights had gone and the darkness returned, there I was – a neat little bundle of love, abandoned in a wheat field.
At least, that’s the sort of story I grew up believing until I was old enough to know better. It’s totally true. My brother had me convinced I was alien for the first few years of my life.
I could give you the typical dates and details, but I’d probably panic over which details I should inclue or not include. OMG! Do I tell you I’m a natural brunette or can you tell from the picture? Or like… should I mention my birthday or just tell you my age? Wow!
To save myself the headache and to avoid the oh-so-complicated-drudgery that is listing my interesting points, I’m going to take a different approach.
I’m a very visual person, so here’s me…visually:
Granted, this doesn’t exactly do my love of video gaming justice.
I guess we’ll just have to cross our fingers and hope that Tifa and Alynthia can speak loudly enough by themselves to cover it.
Also, overwhelmingly under-represented is my love of music. I knew I should’ve thrown in that June Carter – Honky Tonk-esque picture I had taken of me in Guitar Center. Ah, well…
So class… Any questions?