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Name: | Renee |
Birthdate: | April 26th, 1989 |
Birthplace: | Baltimore |
Current location: | Baltimore... |
Eyes: | Blue |
Hair: | Blonde |
Height: | 4'11" |
Righty or Lefty: | Average Righty |
Zodiac Sign: | Taurus |
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Your heritage: | French, Russian, and a little dutch |
Your weakness: | Guilabilty because I want to trust people, so I do, and sometimes it gets thrown back at me |
Your shoes you wore today: | Brown flip-flops with some shells I glued on them |
Your fears: | For my life to be some sick illusion |
Your perfect pizza: | Cookies and cream ice-cream smeared high enough to mistake it for a cake, and be fat-free |
Goal you'd like to achieve: | To build a bullet-proof hut in the Amazon and live there for the rest of my days |
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Your thoughts first waking up: | What time it is |
Your best physical feature: | I like my eyes |
Your bedtime: | When I fall asleep? |
Your most missed memory: | Kindergarden |
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Pepsi or Coke: | Neither |
McDonald's or Burger King: | Neither |
Single or group dates: | Depends with who |
Adidas or Nike: | Either |
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: | Nestea |
Chocolate or vanilla: | Vanilla |
Cappuccino or coffee: | Cappuccino |
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Smoke: | Unwanted second-hand |
Cuss: | No need to |
Sing: | To myself |
Take showers daily: | Yes |
Have a crush: | No |
Think you've been in love: | If what I've got is love, I sure hope not |
Want to go college: | Eventually |
Want to get married: | Yes |
Believe in yourself: | At times |
Get motion sickness: | Yes |
Think you're attractive: | It's all in perspective, everyone as some beauty and some ugly |
Think you're a health freak: | I'd call it nutritionally disciplined |
Get along with your parents: | On occasion |
Like thunderstorms: | Yes |
Play an instrument: | Not anymore |
Layer.six - in the past months |
Gone to the mall: | Two weeks ago with Alex and Corinne |
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: | Never |
Eaten sushi: | Never |
Been on stage: | If you consider putting your hands on stage at The Recher while 10 Mile Drift were playing, then yes |
Gone skating: | Not lately |
Made homemade cookies: | No |
Gone skinny dipping: | Never |
Dyed your hair: | Once; just the tips |
Stolen anything: | Nothing from a store |
Label.seven - ever.. |
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: | Tipsy is the word |
Been called a tease: | Yes, actually |
Got beaten up: | Not seriously, or even mildly |
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Age you hoped to be married: | Middle Twenties would be nice |
Number and name of children: | One or two, and I really like the name Atticus |
Dream wedding: | One of those ten-minute stands at Los Vegas or somewhere like that. Nothing big |
How do you want to die: | Either from age or being stabbed. I want to feel my death because it symbolises the last phase in life, and without death you've never really lived |
Where do you want to attend college: | Maryland University would be ideal, but I think it's out of my reach |
Dream job: | Write two books, earn millions, and never work another day in my life |
Country you want to visit: | Africa. Not sure why, just Africa. |
Layer.nine - In a guy/girl... |
Best eye color: | Light brown or green. Something I can stare into and never get tired of |
Best hair color: | Either brown or black |
Short or long hair: | If the guy can work long hair, I think that looks best |
Height: | Would never matter |
Best weight: | Thin- but not too thin |
Best clothing: | Anything |
Best first date location: | I went to a carnival for mine, and after three rides I puked right on the guy. So, with that said, anywhere but a carnival |
Best first kiss location: | Mine was at the bottom of my stairwell. If I think I had to re-do it, it would be there again |
Layer.ten |
Number of drugs taken illegally: | Directly into me, zero. Second-hand, no idea. |
Number of people I could trust with my life: | Three |
Number of CDs that I own: | Sixty-Four |
Number of piercings: | Four |
Number of tattoos: | Zero |
Number of times my name's been in the news: | Once |
Number of scars on my body: | One |
Number of things in my past that I regret.: | Too many to track |