About

Hey! So I have a lot of different names....but I THINK I'm going to stick with Immy. I JUST made that name up...okay? okay.
So I'm between the ages of one and nine hundred. Alright, FINE, I'll admit my age: I'm 9 hundred and ONE. I lied, okay?!?! =P

So, I'm a Christian and I believe that Jesus Christ died for me and my sins. I believe that He loves me and I totally believe He loves you too. God is freaking amazing. After ALL the times I've screwed up and walked away from Him, he's ALWAYS waiting for me. You'd think He'd get tired of waiting on someone like me....but nope. He loves me just the same. And I want you to know that He loves you too. Incredibly a lot. Talk to me about it, yes?

I'm a pretty random person and I like to talk to people like, alot. Problem is...no one ever seems to want to talk back. URGH. But anyways. I promise I will talk to you, should you randomly message me. UNLESS I have reasons to believe you are a creepy stalker in which case you shall suffer the wrath of my tae bow stick.

I LOVE writing. LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT. Writing, for me, is like my addiction. It's my way of expressing feelings that I don't know how to talk about. I just think writing is amazing. And I'm pretty good at it too! smile
I also would like you to know that I LOVE DDR. Because...I rock at it. HAH. Ahem. Sorry bout that.

I also have a really awesome quote page that you should totally check out. If you want the link, all you gotta do is ask! Here are some examplese:

(Me and Kayla are doing our hair in her bathroom)
Me: I’ll be right back…
(I walk two feet away to the shower)
Kayla: You’re going to the shower…why did you say I’ll be right back??
Me: Uh…I don’t know!

Kayla: Hurry up and take your stupid shower!
Me: I don’t want to!
Kayla: Go!
Me: I don’t want to!
Kayla: Oh yeah! You have to see this one part in the new Ryan Sheckler episode!
(pause)
Me: OKAY! I’ve gotta go take a shower!
Kayla: Shut up!

Jacob: You’re acting like a fifth grader!
Me: No. I took a true age test on the internet! It said I’m NINE. What grade does that make me in?
(Pause as we do the math…)
Me and Jacob contemplating: So what? Like third grade? Yeah, yeah…
Jacob: So yeah! You’re such a third grader!
Me: Well, that makes you a second grader!
Brendan: Does that make me a K-5er??

(I’m talking to my friend Matt on the phone)
(in the background…)
Matt’s dad: What’re you doing?
Matt: Talking on the phone.
Matt’s dad: To who?
Matt: My friend…
Matt: Who is it?
Matt: Someone from school.
Matt’s dad: What’s their name?
Matt: Immy…
Matt’s dad: OOOOOH! A girl!! You’re talking to a giiiirl!!
(We both start laughing)

(Me and my mom are looking at her friend’s daughter’s boyfriend)
Me: I like his hair…
My mom: I like his hat.
Me: I like his hair, hat, and glasses!
My mom: I thought you were more the blonde haired, surfer, skater, flippy haired type.
(she gives me an evil smile)
(I glare at her)
Me: Where you goin with that?
(insiderish joke!)

Me: We’re not going to be able to fit in at this new school. All the kids there are gonna be geeks and be like….
(says in mentally retarded voice)
Me: Do you know what Pi equals??
(Gracey and I start laughing REALLY hard)
(a few days later and talking about the same school)
Me(SUPER sugar high off of root beer): I bet we’ll get detention too! We’ll try to share our cookies with them and they’ll be like, “Eew! You’re trying to give me germs!
Gracey: HAH! We’ll go home and our moms will be like, “What happened this time??”
Me: We got detention for spreading germs…
Gracey: The geeks will be the vectors…
(we CRACK up about this convo for several minutes)


Uhm...so yeah. If you REALLY wanna get to know me, I urge you to click the message button and talk to me! Really. I'd like to talk to you! We can be best friends! Well. Not really. Gracey, my bestest friend in the entire planet, has already taken that spot. smile

SOOOOOOOO

CIAO!