Ma Vie Dans Le Gris Now in handy managable bite size peices!
Greetings, salutations, hey-howdy-hey, and welcome to my own crazy tiny little chunk of Cyberspace.
So you want to know about me, do you? I hope you know what you're getting yourself into with that. My name is Whitney, I'm 17, I live in Southern California, the only school I've ever participated in was a college French class, and I am a big city girl at heart and probably always will be. I'm an aspiring writer, photographer, bartender, casino card dealer, chef, journalist, tap dancer, guitarist, singer, song writer, theater techie, graphics desginer, and more. And that's only what I want to do for a living. I'm also a wannabe skater, goth chick, punker, and raver. I dress a bit like a skater, raver, and teeny-bopper, with a healthy dose of six-year-old-girl thrown in.
I ADORE music. I like pretty much anything and everything. From pop, to jazz, to punk, to harcore, to musicals, to country-crossover, I love it all.
I'm quite fond of the present, but I love pretending to live in the past. I'm a Civil War Reenactor, and about one weekend a month I get dressed in clothing from about 1863, and go to camp out in a canvas tent. The guys all go off and play with thier guns and have battles and whatnot, and we stay in camp and nurse, and mend soldiers clothes, and sing period songs about the war, etc.
I adore theater, I was bitten by "the bug" when I was about twelve. I enjoy everything about theater, from watching plays to running the light board.
I'm now a bit dissapointed in myself. This is a fairly average little bio-type thingy-ma bobber, and I'm hardly an avereage person. My motto is "You all laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same." Which is true...I also found a pin that says "I was uncool before uncool was cool." Which is also true. And a bit scary, because pins aren't supposed to say anything.
I love to travel, and I've been to more than half of the U.S., Mexico, Austria, Germany, England, and France. (Of course I'm not bragging. What would make you say such a thing?)
Have I babbled enough, or would you like me to do it some more? Monkey butter spoon iMac? Donkey hose tomato tissue. Band-aid, Hawaii digital blooper fanatic. N'Sync couch olive thesaurus turtle intestine. Now that there is some first class babbling. I should get an award or something. If you have an award for that, I'd be thirilled to get it! Hmmm, maybe I should make that award and give it to people. Interesting...
I quite adore getting e-mail. So don't be shy! Talk to me! The invisible spiders that live under my desk, Lex and Ferdinand, might read my e-mail before I do, but dont't let that stop you! You aren't going to make me beg for an e-mail, are you? Tell you what, if you want to make me beg for an e-mail, e-mail me a request! Click the little e-mail texty thing at the bottom of the page, or click here. Or here, or even here! C'mon people! Even if you know me, and see me all the time, e-mail me and say that my webpage told you to say hi! Okay? E-mail me! I wonder how many more times I could have said e-mail before you got bored. (That is saying, of course, that you weren't bored...it's quite possible that you were. Anywho...)
Warning! I am not to be held responsible for the writing on this or any other of my pages. Apparently the little pink space aliens who live in my shoes have learned how to use the computer.
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Note: This page is designed, edited, created, layed-out, spit upon, conceptualized, and hammered into place by moi, Whitney Nelsen. Any and all help was given soely to me by Lex and Ferdinand. And credit assumed, given, taken, or recived by persons other than myself and the invisible spiders should be horse-whipped. Or, at the very least, they should be hit in the face by a bananna cream pie.
