Me, Myself and I...

Not your typical trio...

Yes, this is what I would look like as a corgi, with the exception of the fact that my hair is bigger. I really think it could be a lot worse...
Sorry about the lack of color and the weird green outline. Blame it on photoshop (or, at least, my inability to use the program properly...)

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Anyway, I figured it was about time I introduced myself. I'm human (really!)... better phrased, I'm a teenager with too much free time on her hands.

I'm called Jesey... and there's not much I can add to that...

All right, I guess I'll try to offer an enlightening little paragraph about Me, Myself and I.

I said teenager, but I'm sixteen if you want to get exact.
Can I drive? Well... yes, technically. Let's just say that I'm not terribly motivated to practice.
Do I really look like the corgi up there? Actually, yeah, I kinda do. You can see a sketchy self-portrait I did a while back if you don't believe me.

Why did I start this page in the first place? Good question. Now if only there was an answer... I'm not just randomly obsessed with corgis, I actually have three of them: Comfrey, Scannon and Hoagie. (Yes, Hoagie as in the sandwich. Trust me, he's got the same figure) They're amusing little dogs.

Hmmm... well why don't I just ramble off with some random stuff? trying to form paragraphs just isn't working tonight...

Okay, I'm of Irish descent. I'm pale. I have dark, curly hair. My favorite food is cheese. I play the oboe.
I collect collie things (corgis are too hard to find and a collection of them would look obsurd).
I like my singing voice; unfortunately, I can't carry a tune. 'Tis life!
I love anything nautical... in fact I chose to ride the USS Mount Vernon for my sixteenth birthday. Odd, yes, but definitely my sort of entertainment.
I'm looking at college with a lot of curiosity right now. I want to major in theology, particularly in theological literature, so I've got some interesting choices ahead. Of course, without choices, life would be blander than cauliflower, so I guess I'm doing okay.

I'm running out of things to say. Oh well... maybe it's the hour... I'll stick more up here later if I can think of anything...

For now, I free you to go wherever ya want. Thanks for stopping by...