My Amazing Biography

I enjoy long walks on the beach......yada yada yada

Although, I do find the beach a beautiful place to go starting my very interesting biography with that sentence would be completely unoriginal. However, I do believe a unique way to start my biography is to tell you the story of a nearly emo.

It just so happens that yesterday, on an especially hot Arizona day, I was sitting at my computer collecting pictures.(one of my favorite pass times) While I was just about to save one an advertisment popped up into my window screen. Usually avoiding the annoying, pushy windows that want you to buy stuff my mouse automatically went to the red X in the right hand corner. You know the one you exit windows from. But for some darn reason I stopped to read this ad. It read "Are you emo?" You know I think it was the cute emo cartoon at the front that caught my attention. Anyways I had always suspected that I was emo but I thought I should know for sure. So I clicked on the button that said "take quiz" After about 20 questions I had finished the quiz. First, though, I had to go through maybe 20 ads clicking skip all the way. Finally, I got my results. It read "you are nearly emo" I wondered why I was 'nearly'. Maybe its because I don't cut myself either that or I have a sunny disposition I wasn't aware of at all. Or it could be the fact that I would kill myself before I wore skinny leg jeans. But the killing part is probably what makes me qualify for the emo status. I think I'll post my official nearly emo certificate on here later.

So, you either thought that was a totally awesome way to start out a biography or I just lost a few readers. I hope option one is the majority. Now, I'll continue in a boring, factual way I came into this world. When a man and a woman meet, and they really love eachother........

You probably want me to skip over those facts right? Alright I was born nine months and one extra week in Tempe, Arizona. The date was October 17, 1993. Now you know my real age I hope its not too shocking. As far as I know it was an easy labor but you know I wasn't even a day old so its not like I could tell you every stinking detail. I would have an amazing memory. Then, I wouldn't have gotten a C on my last social studies test. After three years living in that wonderful city we moved to an even more wonderful when. Gilbert was the name. We lived in an apartment big enough for the three of us. That is until I turned five and it became the four of us. Yeah the whole situation worked fine when my bro slept in a crib. But after awhile he kinda got bigger and the crib kinda got smaller. So, we had to options.
1. New house
2. Share a room with my bro
My vote was on option one. Fortunaetly for me so was my parents. I believe in the year of 2000 we moved to the desolate, rangewide Apache Junction. Of course its no longer like that but a great amount of the Arizona population does believe that. So, yep my bro learned how to walk, how to pull hair, how to scream, how to talk(lord please help me), and several other things that are not worth discussing.

So, here I am today trying to be known to public as teenwriterchick. Thats all you'll know me as ever. And I won't be posting any pictures of myself because I really don't appreciate stalkers. Sorry, you'll have to use your imagination. Please don't tell me what you think I look like I'd rather not know. PEACE!!!