NICOLAS
Yup, this is Nicolas's page. I really don't care what he writes, so read at your own risk. I just showed Nic his room and he seems pleased, I guess. Then I discovered his computer addiction, which is pretty convient for me. So I gave him a little section of my page. He's not really satisfied with only one link, but here it is . . . Hey Nic? One word for ya: whatever.
Birthdate: July 15, 1998
Birthtime: 2:45 pm(Eastern Time)
Fav. Food: Cocoa Frosted Flakes
Fav. Drink: Apple Juice
Fav. Band: Bee Gees
Fav. Song: Stayin' Alive
Fav. Sport: Mountain Climbing
Comments From The Cloner: He's very(and I do mean very) athletic. He likes the outdoors and nature. He tends to eat unhealthy food, so he has to be watched while eating. He shouldn't have caffeine, mainly because he's hyper enough as it is.
HA, HA, HA, HAAA, STAYIN' ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-
And what's with that dude's clothes?! Kristen's like, handing me this gray thing with a collar up to here, and she's like, "Put this on, I wanna see what it looks like you." Whoa, I blew up. I was screamin' at her until she went to the mall and came back with some baggy JNCO's and a Tommy Hilfiger shirt. Yeah, I feel kinda bad about that. I DID apoligize.
An' bein' invisible? Everyone's walkin' into you, accidentally sitting on you... I pretty much stay confined to her house and room. And when I go outside, what's the difference? Nobody's sayin', "Oh, look, here comes Nicolas!" But it's great bumping into people. Ya know the deal, they're all by themselves in an open area with nothin' around them, and suddenly they're tripped. Their expressions are so funny! They're falling, and even though nobody's there, they are soo embarrassed! Trippin' over their own two feet.
I really gotta hand it to Kristen, putting up with me. I'm jumping up and down, crying, "Let's go jogging, let's go jogging!" and she's on the phone or writing or something. When she brough me to California, she was treating me like an animal. She practically had to hold me in a cage while I was staring up at those great, steep mountains, my tounge hanging out and drooling. Later I was grabbing at a pack of sugar, and she pulled it back and said, "No no no, no sugar before mountain climbing."
Shhh, listen, under my pillow I have a caffeine stash. Candy, a couple Folger mixes, Cokes . . . Kristen can't know about this, alright? She'd KILL me. She thinks I just talk fast normally. What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
Better go, there're these two awesome chipmunks that are just runnin' back and forth across her yard. I'm into that sorta stuff. So email Kristen... better yet, email me!! K's coming right now, gotta go.... bye....
Alright, so this is my page. Do you understand how CONFUSING this all is? It's like, what'm I suppose to do, act like him? Just because I look like him, my hair's styled the same way, and his name slips in conversations when people are addressin' me...
