Oh dear. It seems you have stumbled upon my profile. How terribly unfortunate.

My name is thatsingerchick. Well, that's not my real name. I should probably word that differently- You can call me thatsingerchick. If you want. I guess.

I like lots of things. Books are pretty high up on that list, as well as history, language, writing, and theatre. I also like music quite a bit. All kinds of music- rock, techno, alternative rock, jazz, showtunes, classical, opera- pretty much anything you throw at me, I'll like. I also like to sing. I'm told I'm pretty good at it, too. But it could all just be a conspiracy against me.

I also dislike a lot of things. I don't like judgemental people. They make me angry, and I also don't like being angry, so. You know. Doesn't work out too well. I also don't really like bugs. I get how some people could find them cool, but I just can't. I'm not run-and-scream-at-the-top-of-my-lungs afraid of them, but they don't make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside like puppies do.

So what am I like? Besides all that like/dislike stuff up there? Well, I'm from Minnesota, so I'm super polite! And passive aggressive. I can't help it- everyone who lives here smiles while they say something they silently hope will crush your soul. But no, I do not work on a farm. It is a ranch, thank you very much. No cows or crops, just horses. And anyway, I don't live there. I also do not have a Norweigan accent, don't cha know. And I'm not republican, much to my North Carolina-born father's dismay. I also am not a hick. The city I live in is pretty close to the Twin Cities (Minneapolis-St. Paul), which has the second number of theatre seats in the USA after New York. That's right, we beat Chicago. Alright, I'll get off my soapbox so we can move past the state stearotypes. I'm still in high school, where I do Knowledge Bowl, Speech, and theatre. God, I sound like I'm filling out a resume. I have two dogs- Penny Lane and Angel. They're so aborable it sometimes makes me sick. I'm the baby of the family, so I get pretty spoiled by my parents and siblings. But I'm not a brat. I hope. But really, what do I know? I'm sure brats don't think they're brats.

If you read all of that, you get my utmost respect and awe at your patience and durability.