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OKAY. So, the top should say "Timey-Wimey Meme. Yes, that is the Doctor with a fez, hanging off the TARDIS. It seemed appropriate.

SECONDLY: I realized there aren't any pictures of me, really, that I've drawn and posted, so what better way to introduce myself than with a silly meme? Yay, silly meme time!

I'll provide a little explanation, I guess, beyond the poor picture quality and fact that I have not (and probably will not) colored it.

Three Years Old: I was a resilliant kid, I guess, considering all the time spent iin hospitals (yyeeaaah, explains the noscocomephobia, I guess) and loved to wear this hat backwards and tell people, "NO, my name is Ralphie!" and quote Magic School Bus a lot.

FIVE YEARS OLD: I liked frilly dresses, reading books, and causing mayhem. OHHH yeah. I might have been the only girl alive not afraid of ugly open wounds. Am I weird? Yes, I am.

SEVEN YEARS OLD: This is a redrawing of my "awkward seven year old picture," where I've just got this blank look on my face complete with big, thick rectangular glasses and tooth missing, curly hair flying away. Seven was definitely my awkwardest year ever.

NINE YEARS OLD: I joined ALPS right around here, so everything in my life became a blur of homework and I didn't save a lot of time for relaxing, making myself moody, quiet and painfully studious. I also wore a lot of sweaters.

TEN YEARS OLD: Yay, fifth grade equals happy again! I had the best teacher in the universe and was very partial to skorts (skirts with shorts), not to mention the fact that I played "dungeons and dragons" during recess and my best friend was quite obviously a chemist's son.

THIRTEEN YEARS OLD: In the words of Phoebus, "not a good year." I'm going to leave it like this: middle school + baggy sweatshirts + less than stellar grades = ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST.

FOURTEEN YEARS OLD: Aww, lookit me, I'm normal again! And painfully nerdy! And PINK! OHHH SO PINK.

FIFTEEN YEARS OLD: Welcome to the present. Yes, I'm wearing a fedora, because I love hats and that's the coolest one I own. There's also a robot necklace, but that's harder to see. I'm such a nerd you wouldn't believe it, and on top of it, I'm a proud steampunker and just a little off my rocker.

Wow, sorry to be all long winded about that. Otherwise I thought I'd leave a lot of questions unanswered. This is the last time I post something that talks this much about myself, I promise. Conisder it a subsitute for my profile page which says nothing about me.

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OKAY. So, the top should say "Timey-Wimey Meme. Yes, that is the Doctor with a fez, hanging off the TARDIS. It seemed appropriate.

SECONDLY: I realized there aren't any pictures of me, really, that I've drawn and posted, so what better way to introduce myself than with a silly meme? Yay, silly meme time!

I'll provide a little explanation, I guess, beyond the poor picture quality and fact that I have not (and probably will not) colored it.

Three Years Old: I was a resilliant kid, I guess, considering all the time spent iin hospitals (yyeeaaah, explains the noscocomephobia, I guess) and loved to wear this hat backwards and tell people, "NO, my name is Ralphie!" and quote Magic School Bus a lot.

FIVE YEARS OLD: I liked frilly dresses, reading books, and causing mayhem. OHHH yeah. I might have been the only girl alive not afraid of ugly open wounds. Am I weird? Yes, I am.

SEVEN YEARS OLD: This is a redrawing of my "awkward seven year old picture," where I've just got this blank look on my face complete with big, thick rectangular glasses and tooth missing, curly hair flying away. Seven was definitely my awkwardest year ever.

NINE YEARS OLD: I joined ALPS right around here, so everything in my life became a blur of homework and I didn't save a lot of time for relaxing, making myself moody, quiet and painfully studious. I also wore a lot of sweaters.

TEN YEARS OLD: Yay, fifth grade equals happy again! I had the best teacher in the universe and was very partial to skorts (skirts with shorts), not to mention the fact that I played "dungeons and dragons" during recess and my best friend was quite obviously a chemist's son.

THIRTEEN YEARS OLD: In the words of Phoebus, "not a good year." I'm going to leave it like this: middle school + baggy sweatshirts + less than stellar grades = ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST.

FOURTEEN YEARS OLD: Aww, lookit me, I'm normal again! And painfully nerdy! And PINK! OHHH SO PINK.

FIFTEEN YEARS OLD: Welcome to the present. Yes, I'm wearing a fedora, because I love hats and that's the coolest one I own. There's also a robot necklace, but that's harder to see. I'm such a nerd you wouldn't believe it, and on top of it, I'm a proud steampunker and just a little off my rocker.

Wow, sorry to be all long winded about that. Otherwise I thought I'd leave a lot of questions unanswered. This is the last time I post something that talks this much about myself, I promise. Conisder it a subsitute for my profile page which says nothing about me.