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22. What Makes You Different?

First of all, I was created unique from anyone who has ever lived or ever will live.


Also, I like to make up really strange dance moves. Dancing horribly is something I am remarkably good at.


I have treed a squirrel. Like, without the help of a hunting dog- just treed it on my own. I chased it for a few minutes, chirping at it in what I hoped was a macho-squirrel manner, until it finally became afraid for it’s life.


I can sing like a male opera singer. Quite well, believe it or not. It’s surprisingly addictive, and when I start doing it subconsciously in public places things can get very awkward very fast.


However, it takes a lot to embarass me. I try to make a habit or embarassing myself regularly enough that embarassment doesn’t put a damper on my day.


I have this wonderful ability to talk in a very annoying, squeaky voice- lots of people can do this, but I can laugh in that voice, and the sound of it makes me laugh harder, and so forth. It’s great.


I can go from acting like a toddler to acting like a mature, responsible adult as quickly as boys wish their car went from zero to sixty.


My first and middle names literally mean Princess Graceful. This is one of the single most ironic things I have ever heard.


There was a time in my life where my subconscious actually believed that I was Joe Jonas’s sister, that I was part alien, and that I had saved the world. Thankfully I am more grounded in reality now.

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