What are you having for lunch?
Sushi.
I didn't bring a lunch.
Cap'n Crunch on white bread sprinkled with pixie sticks.
A couple sandwiches, a bag of potato chips, an apple, a banana, a bag of cookies and a carton of milk.
A well-balanced meal. Soup, apple juice and pb & j with the crusts cut off.

Stereotypically speaking, you're:
a princess.
an athlete.
a criminal.
a brain.
a basketcase.

Any special talents?
I can tape your buns together.
I can apply lipstick with my breasts.
I can write with my toes. I can also eat, brush my teeth, play Heart and Soul on the piano.
I can make spaghetti.
Not really, no.

What are you doing in detention on a Saturday?
I taped some guy's buns together.
A flare gun went off in my locker.
I skipped class to go shopping.
Nothing. I didn't have anything better to do.
I cause so much shit, I don't even know what got me here.

Are you going to Stubbie's party?
No.
Yes.
Maybe, if I'm not grounded.

What would you do for a million dollars?
I'd drive to school naked.
I'll do anything sexual, I don't need a million dollars to do it, either...
As little as I had to, I guess.

What's the deal with your parents?
They use me to get back at each other.
They ignore me.
They abuse me, and each other.
They expect me to be perfect.
The don't want me to blow my ride.

You're most likely to say:
"My home-life is unsatisfying."
"You know, there's not supposed to be any monkey buisness."
"I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights."
"Excuse me, sir, why would anyone want to steal a screw?"
"If I lose my temper, you're totaled, man!"

Can you hold your smoke?
No.
Yes.
Don't know, I'm partial to vodka.

Are you a virgin?
Yes.
No.

You're favorite past-time is:
shopping.
partying.
making stuff up.
kicking ass.
cutting loose... when I don't have to study, that is.

You are:
angry and misunderstood.
stressed out.
sad.
narcisisstic.
arrogant.

You are:
male.
female.