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Following Montecchi's lead:
My name is Sara M. Sparks. I was born on April 26, 1985 in the colourful city of Vancouver. Lived in North Van with my dad and my bro for most of my years, until moving to New West to attend a school that held promise.
Coffee is my favourite addiction (those headaches can be a real bitch otherwise), with fruit smoothies and foo foo margaritas not far behind on the list.
I love playing the in the dirt and dragging helpless, weary souls on reckless journeys through the less journeied side of the wilderness. Despite what some of them may tell you, so far we havent wrestled with a bear or gotten lost (grin)
I love dancing, even if it's in a hazy stupor alone in my room ^_^ I have an extreme fondness for the colour brown. I don't really own a religion per se, but I worship the woods and the ocean with intensity that could resemble one.
I am:
- friendly (sometimes enough to cause irritation)
- pretty dense at times
- too self-involved
- Painfully shy, then excruciatingly weird and hyperactive
- a demon in disguise
- a slave to Panago Pizza, my family and Starbucks
Was considered a towering giant, once upon a time, until puberty struck everyone around me. Now I am doomed to forever be pat on the head by friends and family, without the nifty benefit of being able to crawl into tricky places. I'm not fat, but I'm soft around the edges. My hair is straight and unruly and I apparently smell like dirt and shampoo.
I actually have my Friday night to myself this week. Now just what the heck am I going to do with it?
I'm a bit guilty right now, as I've been a bit of a killjoy the last few days. My aunt's been so sweet playing the role of the perfect mom by buying packages of egg dye, surprising us with chocolate bunnies and planning a huge Easter dinner. But between the lack of sleep, all the family events and work, I've just been a big bundle of nerves. Have to say I'm looking foreward to my trip to Ontario. It'll give me a little bit of a breather.
My name is Sara M. Sparks. I was born on April 26, 1985 in the colourful city of Vancouver. Lived in North Van with my dad and my bro for most of my years, until moving to New West to attend a school that held promise.
Coffee is my favourite addiction (those headaches can be a real bitch otherwise), with fruit smoothies and foo foo margaritas not far behind on the list.
I love playing the in the dirt and dragging helpless, weary souls on reckless journeys through the less journeied side of the wilderness. Despite what some of them may tell you, so far we havent wrestled with a bear or gotten lost (grin)
I love dancing, even if it's in a hazy stupor alone in my room ^_^ I have an extreme fondness for the colour brown. I don't really own a religion per se, but I worship the woods and the ocean with intensity that could resemble one.
I am:
- friendly (sometimes enough to cause irritation)
- pretty dense at times
- too self-involved
- Painfully shy, then excruciatingly weird and hyperactive
- a demon in disguise
- a slave to Panago Pizza, my family and Starbucks
Was considered a towering giant, once upon a time, until puberty struck everyone around me. Now I am doomed to forever be pat on the head by friends and family, without the nifty benefit of being able to crawl into tricky places. I'm not fat, but I'm soft around the edges. My hair is straight and unruly and I apparently smell like dirt and shampoo.
I actually have my Friday night to myself this week. Now just what the heck am I going to do with it?
I'm a bit guilty right now, as I've been a bit of a killjoy the last few days. My aunt's been so sweet playing the role of the perfect mom by buying packages of egg dye, surprising us with chocolate bunnies and planning a huge Easter dinner. But between the lack of sleep, all the family events and work, I've just been a big bundle of nerves. Have to say I'm looking foreward to my trip to Ontario. It'll give me a little bit of a breather.