Fifteen years ago, on May 4, 1986, I was born in Los Angeles, California. Right there in the hospital was a commercial scout who took one look at me and then and there decided I was to be the next spokes-baby for huggies diapers, only because I was so prodigiously pulchritudinous. (SATs, here I come!) What, with my huge, glassy, sky blue eyes and all. As the years rolled on I became very rich and famous, starring in many movies. I was a Shirley Temple of the 1980s of sorts. Then my parents went through a nasty divorce over my earnings when I turned fourteen, which caused me to have a severe mental breakdown. I became a crack-whore drug-lord, all the while I still was so beautiful with my glossy blue eyes and corn silk blonde hair. (Lets not forget the perfect figure and infectious personality. Yeah. I was a real Britany Spears at fourteen.) Finally I went through rehab, and got famous again for a while. Then I was in a horrible car accident that disfigured my face and body, and I also got amnesia and so I forgot my original personality and became a cynical, sarcastic, bi-polar girl in the midst of teenage angst battling with repressed anger and the life of a washed up loser. Although I'm still really really nice. And my parents aren't really divorced. I like cookies'n'cream ice cream, anything watermelon, and The Ataris. And at one point in my life I was bombshell...and then the car accident...

The People
Mom and Dad - When two people love each other, they usually will get married, screw around, and make the mistake of having children. However in this case, these two people got lucky and only had one. (That would be me.) My mom is from Arkansas and talks really cool. She likes Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, and ZZTop. My mom is probably one of the coolest people ever, except she's close minded. Then again so am I. All of my friends love my mom to death, because she is so amazingly nice. My dad is a pot head who's been locked in the closet for a couple of decades. I think he'd feel better if he'd just come out. The only cool thing about him is that he also likes Led Zeppein and the Beatles and ZZTop. I really don't like him, but I'm loving him just in case it matters.

The Boyfriend - When I think of him, I usually see him as my best friend first, because he was for so long and always will be among so many other very important things. He's one of the most vital things in my life and I love him to death. He's sixteen, going on seventeen this December. He loves to play his guitar, this I know, because he'll usually ignore me if he's in the middle of a song. His heart, mind, and soul are three very prominent things. He has this dry humor too that really just draws me to him, and above all, he's got the brains it takes to make it in the real world. He loves me for me. I'm kind of stupid, I'll admit that, but he doesn't care. He loves my hear. "Common sence eludes you," is how he describes me. Those are his exact words ... *Sigh* ... I'm gonna marry him.

The Best Friend - Jay is my best friend, everyone knows that, but if something were to happen to him, like say, a water-skiing accident or being savagley assaulted by rabid farm animals or something, Alyssa is there. She's this messed up punker who has way too much weed in her system. She's my complete opposite: She's athiest, I'm a holy roller. She's a conspicious punk, and I'm just kinda trashy. She likes girls, I like boys. She has sirhossis of the liver, I have sirhossis of the imagination. The only thing that really connects us is trust, and the closesness. She's really something though. And she thinks Jay has a nice ass.