About me.. I'm a cake!

Thanks Zoot!

LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Cheryl
-- Birth date: January 23, 1986
-- Birthplace: Hazlehurst, MS
-- Current Location: Starkville, MS (work)
-- Eye Color: Hazel, extremely green when I’m tired
-- Hair Color: Brownie-Blond
-- Height: 5’9” when I don’t slouch
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
-- Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Irish, Norwegian, English, and a lot of German, then some more random European for good measure
-- The shoes you wore today: Blue $20 sneakers from Payless, b/c I work with acid and I'm extremely clumsy.
-- Your weakness: good leather, chocolate, and anything that tugs at the heartstrings. Seriously, Hallmark commercials make me cry. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition? Total sobfest
-- Your fears: Being a failure
-- Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni with Extra Cheese, lots of sweet sauce, with a crispy thin crust.
--Goal you'd like to achieve: Successful wife, mother, daughter and a kick-ass corporate consultant that makes major bank

LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: So, what’s up with you?
-- Your first waking thoughts: I hate being up before the sun.
-- Your best physical feature: Either my eyes or my ass. I guess it depends on which way I’m facing.
-- Your most missed memory: All-day military airshows, sitting on a big blanket with my folks, eating lemon ices.

LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke, preferably made with Splenda
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King, definitely
-- Single or group dates: group
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton, but has to be sweet
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
-- Cappuccino or coffee: neither, Mocha Frappe with no-sugar whip from Strangebrew! (Can I get a free one now?)

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Mostly, no
-- Cuss: Cutting back
-- Sing: In the car at the top of my lungs, and lullabyes. See? The windows have to be up or you have to be half a sleep for my voice to be tolerable
-- Take a shower everyday: Yes, can’t stand not to
-- Do you think you've been in love: Yes.
-- Want to go to college: I am right now, and I can’t wait to get out
-- Liked high school: It had its ups and downs.
-- Want to get married: Can’t wait!!!
-- Believe in yourself: Most of the time, and if I don’t, I do a pretty good job of faking it.
-- Get motion sickness: Hardly ever, but a tilt-a-whirl right after steak-on-a-stick will definitely do it.
-- Think you're attractive: Most of the time
-- Think you're a health freak: Definitely not! Bring on the fatty red meat with carbs on the side! Except for like once a week, then I’m healthy.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Yep, love ‘em. (When they're not being totally irrational.)
-- Like thunderstorms: Yes
-- Play an instrument: I think I remember how to play the sax, and I can play the right hand part on a piano.

LAYER SIX:
In the past six months...
-- Drank alcohol: Oh, definitely yes
-- Smoked: Yes, but always with alcohol involved. No more stress smoking!
-- Done a drug: Only OTC
-- Made Out: Yep
-- Gone on a date: Yep
-- Gone to the mall? Yes; and out of 170 stores? Nothing! I hate malls!!
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos? No, I can only take a few at a time, and I was always the kid who got in trouble at VBS for only eating the filling
-- Eaten sushi: Yes, and it’s fanfrickintastic
-- Been on stage: Nope
-- Been dumped: No, thank god those days are over with
-- Gone skating: Nope, but maybe next month
-- Made homemade cookies: No, and I miss them!
-- Dyed your hair: It is dyed, but I didn’t do it.
-- Stolen Anything: A Lindor truffle from the gas station. I do believe I was intoxicated at the time.

LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yep.
-- If so, was it mixed company: Yes, but I never lost
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Omg, the stories and pictures that will never disappear, no matter how hard I pray
-- Been caught "doing something": There were suspicions, but never visual proof
-- Been called a tease: Yes, and it extremely pissed me off.
-- Gotten beaten up: No
-- Shoplifted: Yes
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Yes. In high school, but I realized that was stupid, though I still think that if someone doesn’t like me, it’s my fault.

LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: 22
-- Numbers and Names of Children: 5 – I’ve got a list somewhere, but I can’t find it right now.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Getaway to New Orleans; as it was before the hurricane of course
-- How do you want to die: In my sleep, healthy.
-- Where you want to go to college: Currently toughing it out at the Old Main
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Part-time corporate consultant that makes $1000 an hour. Keep your fingers crossed
-- What country would you most like to visit: España, but I need to work on my Spanish a bit before that.

LAYER NINE:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: There is no record, therefore none
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: 4, maybe 5
-- Number of CDs that I own: non-burned? Like, 7
-- Number of piercings: 2, in the ears
-- Number of tattoos: none, but I have a pencil lead stuck in my hand
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? Besides honor roll stuff in school, probably 4 times
-- Number of scars on my body: More than I can count, and a lot of them are one on top of another.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Trying to impress people, was and still is my biggest character flaw. Causes way too much stress: good in the workplace, bad in a bar.