07.25
07.25
07.23
07.21
07.18
07.16
07.14
07.11
07.09
07.08
07.02
06.25
06.23
06.18
06.17
06.13
06.11
06.09
06.06
06.04
06.02
05.30
05.28
05.23
05.21
03.31
03.28
03.26
03.24
03.21
03.19
03.14
03.12
03.10
03.07
03.05
03.03
02.29
02.27
02.25
02.22
02.20
02.15
02.13
02.11
02.08
02.06
02.04
01.30
01.28
01.25
01.23
01.21
01.18
01.16
01.14
01.11
01.09
01.07
01.03
12.21
12.19
12.14
12.12
12.10
12.07
12.05
12.03
11.30
11.28
11.26
11.16
11.14
11.12
11.09
11.07
11.05
10.31
10.29
10.26
10.19
10.17
10.15
10.12
10.10
10.08
10.05
10.03
10.01
09.28
09.26
09.24
09.21
09.19
09.17
09.14
09.12
09.10
09.07
09.05
08.28
08.23
08.21
08.16
08.14
08.09
08.07
08.02
07.26
07.24
07.19
07.17
07.12
07.10
07.03
06.28
06.26
06.21
06.19
06.12
06.05
05.29
05.22
05.15
12.31
05.01
04.24
04.18
04.10
03.27
03.20
03.14
03.06
02.27
02.20
02.13
02.06
01.23
01.16
12.19
12.12
12.05
11.28
11.14
11.07
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| Year | Junior |
| School | Virginia Tech |
| Hometown | Virginia Beach |
| Major | Biology |
This interview might get awkward, so let's get drunk first, ok?
Already there.
Roommate's 21st tonight, except I'm 19 and didn't make the cut to go to the bars.
I'm pretty normal I guess, except I eat a lot 'cause I'm a swimmer. I think I could put the average male to shame in an eating contest. If I didn't swim nine times a week you'd probably see me on Discovery Health channel as the "half ton woman".
Like 1-10?
Probably 6-8. I'm more into ice cream candy and cookies though. Doughnuts. Taquitos. We don't have White Castle in Blacksburg.
Donatello, 'cause I like to play with sticks....
No, but I figured I just have to say one slutty thing to keep your reader interested.
I'd have to say when I was MC of our fashion show, and I dropped my prop up on stage and squatted down to pick it up in a skirt. I guess you could say I gave the audience a show. And the worst part was, the hot photography teacher I had a crush on was filming it. Yeah, they had to edit that part out.
No.
None of them.
None.
I'm telling the truth, I'd prefer not to have an STD.
Probably when I fell, scraped my chin/elbow. Then proceeded to yell repetitively that Jesus hated my chin and did not approve of it.
Either that or a couple of weeks ago when a cop asked for my ID at a football game and I pulled out a airplane bottle of Jim Beam.