Let's see...
I've recently let myself flunk out of college, and I actually work full-time at the minimum wage.
French is my main language. Did 2 years of spanish classes and I can't remember more than 50 words.
I'm a Quebec separatist; in Amerikaspeech, this means terrorist.
I'm 20 and have not yet even begun to study for a driver's license, so most of my transportation is reliant either on a bike or on getting lifts.
I hug and kiss my dog even if he doesn't like it; if that dog was a woman, I'd be in jail for sexual harassment/assault.
I actually sleep naked.
I have a quite large beer gut. At 20.
I name some of my body parts. So far, I've named my hernia "Arnaud" and my mustache "Eustache".
I'm still a virgin. Never even had a girlfriend at all. Wouldn't say I even came close to it. And I'm not gay either. I'm scared at the thought I may just not care anymore.
I've actually almost burned my house down when I was a kid. A dumb neighbor kid (his dad was a professional thief, I think they left when he was sent in jail) was all excited about his new lighter, so as kids (I was about 8 or 9 years old), we wanted to play with it. We set some newspapers on fire next to my house. Then the dumb neighbor's kid brother (which was about 5) joined us. With a bottle of WD40. How that kid got the idea of bringing WD40 to help us with our fire has me shivering with terror now that I think of it.
I watch, and am interested in, reality shows.
I don't actually live IN Montreal; I'm a middle-class white suburban kid. Yes, I'm ashamed of it.
I guess this covers the major things I can actually confess.
I've recently let myself flunk out of college, and I actually work full-time at the minimum wage.
French is my main language. Did 2 years of spanish classes and I can't remember more than 50 words.
I'm a Quebec separatist; in Amerikaspeech, this means terrorist.
I'm 20 and have not yet even begun to study for a driver's license, so most of my transportation is reliant either on a bike or on getting lifts.
I hug and kiss my dog even if he doesn't like it; if that dog was a woman, I'd be in jail for sexual harassment/assault.
I actually sleep naked.
I have a quite large beer gut. At 20.
I name some of my body parts. So far, I've named my hernia "Arnaud" and my mustache "Eustache".
I'm still a virgin. Never even had a girlfriend at all. Wouldn't say I even came close to it. And I'm not gay either. I'm scared at the thought I may just not care anymore.
I've actually almost burned my house down when I was a kid. A dumb neighbor kid (his dad was a professional thief, I think they left when he was sent in jail) was all excited about his new lighter, so as kids (I was about 8 or 9 years old), we wanted to play with it. We set some newspapers on fire next to my house. Then the dumb neighbor's kid brother (which was about 5) joined us. With a bottle of WD40. How that kid got the idea of bringing WD40 to help us with our fire has me shivering with terror now that I think of it.
I watch, and am interested in, reality shows.
I don't actually live IN Montreal; I'm a middle-class white suburban kid. Yes, I'm ashamed of it.
I guess this covers the major things I can actually confess.