The Worst Movie EVER!

In my opinion... the worst movie ever would have to be "Mars Attacks"

You'd think with all the big names casted it would be better acted and written. Any movie that I turn off in the first five minutes is something that should have never been made, because I'm not that big of a critic.

When I grow up...

So, when I was a child, I wanted to grow up and be several things. One of the first was a veterinarian... but I quickly realized that animals really didn't care for me much - thanks for running away Cinnamon. Soon after I fell in love with a boy done the street who like dinosaurs. So obviously, I wanted to become a paleontologist. When he dumped me I decided to become an artist. This dream profession lasted a while until I realized my purpose in life was to have the first baby on the moon; therefore, I decided to become a physicist and work with NASA. Shortly after, I discovered that the physicists rarely go into space - apparently they much prefer the ground. I sure there were many others...but you get the gist.

FOOD!

My favorite dish is some potato pasta... technical name, Gnocchi. I first tried them in Italy and haven't been able to get that savory taste out of my head. They melt in your mouth. Mmmmmmm.

Superpower

I want speed. I wish I could read, write and walk at supersonic speeds! Yeah... my thesis would get done a lot faster.

Color Me Pink

nah... I have recently noticed that I like the pink - somewhat. Yet, if I were to be a color it would have to be Aquamarine. Something about it makes me think of shallow water coral reefs, white sandy beaches, a saltwater smell and a hot stud in swim trunks.

Dream Vacation

Ok... so I've been a bad example. But I promise from today on, I will post every time.

My dream vacation would be to scuba dive in the Great Barrier Reef, Australia. I might even see a shark and pee my wet suite.

The Best of Times and the Worst of Times

I was an accident prone child. I've broken my arms seven times, and all before the age of 11. My best scar story is a scar in the middle of my forehead. I was bravely playing superman, flying from one bed to another across the room. Unfortunately, I must have experienced some dose of kryptonite because my flying fell short and my forehead slammed into the corner bed post. I walked out holding my bloody forehead ready to pass out. As a result I have a beautiful indent smack in the middle of my forehead witnessing to my bravery.