I was raised by wolves, went to sea on a schooner and to earn my passage, I played fiddle for dancing drunken sailors. The ship sank in a storm. After being lost on a raft at sea for 3 years living off seaweed and plankton, I was picked by a luxury yacht owned by a beautiful woman who brought me back with her to Chicago to be her slave.
Well, I thought she wanted me to be her sex slave, but all she really wanted was for me to fix her house. Now I'm back playing fiddle for drunken sailors - this time in banquet halls and fancy hotels. And life goes on.
Dear Dad, After reading your "about me" part of myspace, while distracting myself from studying, I decided that : You're such a wierdo. I appreciate your different-ness, now as people question mine {wierdoness}, I can just say, "all thanks to popsicle". School is insane, huge test on thursday for Neurology (I know sooo much about the brain that my brian hurts to even think about)... I have crazy writing assigmnets from Nazi graders who give me 5's/10(don't worry, I revised it and got a better grade). My friend Bethany and I have decided that we're going to run away to egypt for a bit. .. study pyramids and Hieroglyphics ... sounds easier then Communication disorders and sciences... Welp, that's about it, I'm just avoiding my studies. Back to working my hippocampus. toodles.
