Oh yeah, sorry about not responding sooner to the question game thing. Sometimes I read stuff during learn block at school and I don't have time to respond to it and I just forget. I am proud that you have embraced da game though. In the words of Marth Stewart, "It's a good thing."
But anywho, I've really never thought about a misconception people have about me. My psychologist and I discuss a lot about how people think I'm so strong and they don't realize that I need love and affection a lot of the time. But that's just kind of general with how everyone sees everyone. Hmm, let's think of a better one. Maybe that I'm a good girl. I was pretty innocent when I was younger (who wasn't?) and I still am to an extent. Whenever people see me out at parties and what not they tend to, sometime during the night, walk by me and say stuff like, "wow whitney, I never knew you were the wild type"
Oh yes, Whitney does love her wild side.

I'm ready to hear Deb's.
I'd like to hear your's too Anna.

I don't know, you two just shut up tighter than clams so I was talking to myself for a while. You could always answer my question, that'd be nice. Spiffy, even.

Sixteen Candles rocked hard, I so miss all the good 80s teen comedys. Breakfast Club was the best. Just.. ahh.. good stuff.

Did I know what I was talking about just then? Well, I'd like to think so but probably not.

Nobody's talking, everybody hates me, I'm gonna eat some worms.....something like that
I had a childhood movie flashback moment and I thought I'd share my moment with you two.

Why es mucho silencios?
Hablar!

Heh, I love Anthony Michael Hall. The Breakfast Club..Sixteen Candles..he's awesome!
We were out of school yet again today. It rocked hard. We get to go in an hour late tomorrow too. I'm pretty jazzed.
That's how interesting my life is. That's why all I ever talk about is school. I hate school. We're getting out of school. I'm staying home from school.
Once and for all.....Fuck School!!! *does a happy dance like she really made a big statement....woohoo*

peace chicks

Oh and I had a really weird dream about your family, Whit. You had these two uncles that looked exactly like the guy from the Dead Zone, Anthony Michael Hall, and for some reason I thought they were hot. And your brother. He was on some big national ski team thing, they had a commercial and everything, and for some reason he was like a cross between himself and Lance Bass. Boy had thighs that could crack a walnut, it was freaky. You get those spandex-y skiing outfits... freaky, definitely freaky. There was a whole bunch of other stuff but that's what I remember. Weird thing about the matching uncles is that they weren't related - by blood, anyway - and no one else seemed to realize they looked like clones of each other. Not even twins, clones. I'm not even going to try to explain Mr. Super Thighs, that just... Anna has some faulty wiring upstairs, it makes for a very interesting dream life. Did I mention the 6 inch tall Viggo? Cuz there was one. Different dream, but still. It was freaky.

Yes, not busy. Anna understands not busy. But poor Anna, her brain doesn't have an off switch so she thinks about things, lots of things. Weird things and weirder things and things that can only be called strange. And then she thinks about them some more. This is interspered with lots of tea drinking and Wheel of Time reading and random acts of computer violence. I'm also known to sleep on occasion.

I went to see Dr. Stewart today and wasn't that fun in an utterly sarcastic tone of voice. Oh, yes. It was. Dr. Stewart, by the way, is my head shrinker doctor man. I also call him Bob. I'm pretty sure his name is Tom, but I like Bob better so Bob he shall remain.

When I got home I screamed loud enough to make the windows rattle in their casings. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. The tea didn't hurt, either.

I have a proposition. Not a sexual one since I'm apparently incapable of anything sexual and really, you guys are attractive and all but you're really not my type. I think of you guys as friends and I wouldn't want to throw that friendship away just for a few hours of mindblowing sex. Anyway. I propose we pull out the Whitney classic, the cure for boring lives everywhere, The Question Game.

I will ask a question. Ideally, one of you will answer. Even more ideally, both of you will answer. Whoever asks the question, in this case me, is not required to answer. Usually I don't play that way, but I find that people ask much more interesting questions when they don't have to answer themselves. You can, of course, turn around and ask me my question anyway, but I don't have to answer unless you do. Capiche?

What's one misconception that most people have about you? ie they think you're a complete boob when in reality you make Einstein look like Britney Spears in one of her bubbly 'fun breeze!' moods.

I love you, too.

That random but fun

Anna I love you! Deborah I love you!

I dunno. There just hasn't been that much to say.
It's not like I'm busy or anything....just bored. So there's really no reason to go on and on about that.
But did I mention that I did end up purchasing that Coldplay ticket? Yup....it cost an arm and a leg...okay maybe just a leg, but it's way worth it.
Well, I guess I'm gonna go for now because I have a little ACT Prep to do. (sucks ass....I hate school)

Peace kids

You guys have been awful quiet lately. Any reason why?

Home skillets... oh dear. Whit, you amuse and astound and every once in a while freak me out quite badly. But in a good way. I like surprises. Most of the time, anyway. Some surprises... well, needless to say, there are some things that should never be surprises because they're bad enough on their own. Making them a surprise just ups the ante. And booyah for me for actually knowing how to spell that. It doesn't happen all the time, folks, so we appreciate it when it does.

But $140? That's insane. It's only $27.50 to see them at the Rave. Granted, it's general seating, but still. Completely insane. Swift kick in the junk is more like.

The Hours... I have no idea who I'll get to see it with me, but if you say it's good, I will definitely make the effort. I had though about it anyway since I like the actresses in it, but somehow I trust you a lot more than I trust all those professional critics. Half the time I read their reviews and I can't even tell whether or not they liked the movie. So many movies this year that I want to see, Chicago, Shanghai Knights, Pirates of the Carribean, Return of the King, The Matrix sequels... so many movies. Right now I'd settle for seeing The Two Towers about six more times. I doubt I will, but it'd be nice all the same.