Yeah, so me. I'm not that interesting.
So I don't really know what you want to know about me. I'm pretty strange, to tell you the truth. Hmm... Let me think... I suppose it would've been more enjoyable if I'd thought of something before I started this page, but oh well. My favorite color is blue. My lucky number is 4. *Shrug* I'm in college now. It's not as glamorous as most think. It's nice. I currently go to the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. Hail to the victors. Go Blue. Wolverines! Rar!
I love music. I love band. I wish I were in band. *chuckles for no apparent reason* I love all sorts of music. In fact, I just about like all music. People always ask me, "Well, do you like ________?" and I'm sitting there thinking, "Didn't I just tell you I like EVERYTHING?!?!"
I also love food. Mmm, food. Italian has to be my favorite kind of food. Man, those Italians sure know what they're doing in the kitchen. I wish I could cook. I can't cook at all. I can decorate. I can stir. I can make cereal, but that's it. I can't cook. I can dance though. Sorta. I mean, I was on Danceline in high school. I'm not very good at much other than falling down and making people laugh. And by that I mean that I'm good at falling down and I'm good at making people laugh. But by that I also mean that I'm good at falling down, which makes people laugh. And if you can tell me what website I rehashed that from, I'll think you're one of the coolest people ever.
I write, I paint, I draw, I read, I act, I sing, I blink, I breathe, and I make occasionally amusing comments. My parents bought a karaoke machine and I weep. My friends buy me cruel and unusual presents and I weep. Examples? "Bleeding Potatoes," CD's of salsa music with tacos on the cover, a rubber toy baby CHOPPED IN HALF, and my most despised present to date: AN ACCORDION!!!! I HATE ACCORDIONS! I must tell you that. So I guess I lied when I said I like all sorts of music. I HATE ACCORDION MUSIC! I also hate Microsoft MSN. The thing takes over your computer. Stupid, monopolistic... *grumbles off into the distance, occasionally stomping*
I'll tell you what I like though, so you don't think I'm just one big pile of hate. I like my friends. I'd say that they're the most important to me. Even if they do give me ACCORDIONS! *grinds teeth*
So, some people often put pictures of themselves on their site. I could do that. But I don't know if I really want to. Hmm... let's see if I can find something that I'd want to put up... *searches through files*
This one's cute, yeah. That's me. I'm a chinchilla. Ignore how it says "Ben" in the corner. If you even noticed that. I'm really the Treejumper. These people who feed me things call me Ben all the time. I don't know why. I also don't know why they haven't figured out that I'm female. I don't know how this picture came to be, but yeah. You'd think that cute little chinchillas like me are graceful and stuff. But really, I fall over a lot. It may have something to do with the fact that there are too many consonants in the word chinchilla. My friends fall a lot too. Actually, (She's gonna hit me) but I remember this one time when two of my friends and I were at a local Perkins (if you don't know what that is, it's a family-style home-cookin' restaurant/bakery) and we were walking in through the back way down this long hallway-type thing and one of my friends tripped on nothing and ended up on the floor. My other friend and I were walking ahead of her and we heard an "Oomph." And we turn around and she's not there. We look down at the floor and there she is. It was great. I laughed.
I recently took up mountain biking. Well, that's sort of a lie. My friend got me a free bike. And has taken me on a few rides. But it's been fun, and hopefully he'll put up with me some more and take me more often so I can get better and claim that I've taken up mountain biking. You can imagine that for a chinchilla like me, it's very difficult to ride a bike. My helmet doesn't fit at all, and it's really hard for me to reach the pedals. Consequently, I fall over a lot. But it's okay, cuz I'm furry. And I've got whiskers. It's bad when my friend can't find me though, because there are plenty of things out there that want to eat me. Once, my friend was holding me after a ride and this big dog came up trying to sniff me. I so pooped in his hand. He was pretty upset. I laughed really hard. And then he dropped me. That wasn't quite as funny.