Here's Caroline.

I don't know how I feel about it but tell me if you like it, Bex.

Masques feel so weird. They also make you look like a freak.
But what makes you look like a freak even more is going to Smith's in one. Yes, this is what I did this week on a dare. But my friend in the top picture did it with me so I wouldn't feel too awkward. It was probably the first time I was dared to do something since about 5th grade.

Okay, Mom, this is my shady lamp before

And this is my shady lamp after. And don't worry, the skirts are still wearable, just a little mutilated.

Correction on the last post

As you all may know, internet personality tests suck, so I took the real color personality test and got completely different results. Here is my profile:

I am a white. That surprised me more than anything. Apparently, I am flexible, but more stubborn than people think, because I won't be bossed around. I work well with other people but I shut down if they are too demanading. I am willing and eager to talk about myself, but I don't give information out unless someone asks for it, so I'm usually very quiet. My major weakness is lack of motivation, and I will probably never be a very carreer-oriented person.

I also have some strong blue traits, which make me a high-maintenance girlfriend. I seek to be very close to people in relationships, and I always want to do everything together. If a friend doesn't want to spend every waking moment with me, I can easily feel neglected.

In decision making, some red shows through. I am always sure of myself and I am very independent. I'm also more logical than most blue-whites.

Congratulate me,

Because I finally have friends up here. And the best part is that I'm going to be living with them this fall. I was with them last night and we watched Swiss Family Robinson, Mr. Smith goes to Washington, and did some weird quizzes online, from which I found out that:

I was most likely a skunk in a previous life (there might be some validity to that statement)
If I were a mythological creature, I would be a centaur
And finally, in the color personality test, I am a yellow. Possibly the only one in my red-dominated family.

When your mom calls you "Shady," you know you're socially awkward

I recently found out that some people think I'm rude, shallow, and even slightly unintelligent because I'm quiet.

I guess they didn't get the memo about my nickname being "Shady," my unnatural fear of talking to people, or the fact that I never left my room for the majority of my teenage years. Or heard the story about how I worked 3 hours with a 102 degree fever because I was too shy to ask my boss if if I could go home. As far as I'm concerned, I've come a long way.

My apologies. Next time I see you, I'll make sure to give you a big fat hug and ask your how your day went, and if you would like some homemade cookies. That'll prove I'm smart.