Humm, let me see...

So I should be in bed. I just got back from waterloo from studying for my mid term tommorrow. Let me tell you how exciting it was not. Depreciation, merchandising math and simple interest seems to not be all that simple.
However, my Prof reminds me that "math is like God, it never changes." Somehow I am not reassured.
So, while procrastinating I was looking up my name on the internet, which seems to be the trend with my fellow bloggers these days. This was only to see if I was a ballet bancer or truckdriver. I went for the large aspirations. And found no one. My last name was not even recognized. I was a little disapointed. But found the Amanda Fan Club where you could register your name and talk about yourself. I read a little diddy about a 12 year old girl named Amanda that liked to dance. She's probobly a bitch, most Amanda's are.
Let's be honest here. I have never met a nice Amanda. And most of you would agree that I am not always that nice. That could be up for debate after this whole year of social isolation though.
Somehow this past six months has been the most demoralizing months of my life. It's almost humiliating thinking that I am intimidated by 19 year olds that run rampid through my school.
Sometimes I feel like I am the Amanda with the bowl cut and buck teeth. (photos to follow:))And man does that scare the trash out of me. Ahh, but it would be fun. I would learn how to whistle and I would remedy the fact that I didn't close my mouth from age 7-14. Maybe I wouldn't have an enlarged tongue and all that huh? They say breathing through your mouth does that.
Since I am reveling on my childhood I was also thinking that I have had a variety of nicknames that have followed me throughout my years. Just to name a few...
amanda hug and kiss
amanda horny
horny fournie
bucky beaver
amanda fournicate
ahh and the list goes on...
Honestly I wish someone would come up with an entirely new one that would blow me out of the water. Stinkin' kids with their lack of creativity.