Bonjour and good day to all of you. My name is Miss Sarah Elizabeth Catherine [insert last name here]. Isn't it just so irritating when colleges send you mail addressed to Ms. so-and-so? I'm not eighteen until June 2005, thank you very much, so I'd appreciate it if the colleges and universities would get that right.
Anyway, some information on me. On my father's side of the family, I'm a Monroe, a Stewart, a Plantagenet, and a Capet. My daddy's relatives are horsey people. On my mother's side, I'm a Jefferson, and my great-granddaddy's family owned MacArthurn Boulevard in D.C. until the Depression. I live in Northern Virginia, surrounded by the dot-com nouveau riche, tacky McMansions, and hideous lack of fashion sense. Thank God a Lilly boutique just opened, or I might have died from the sheer ugliness. My father handed me a copy of The Official Preppy Handbook when I was eleven and said, "Read it, learn it, live it, Goddammit." I attend an exclusive Catholic prep school, which is populated by jappy girls who carry their (out-of-date) Louis Vuitton purses and think it entitles them to a deb. *sigh* Such is life.
Au revoir, mes amies!
Anyway, some information on me. On my father's side of the family, I'm a Monroe, a Stewart, a Plantagenet, and a Capet. My daddy's relatives are horsey people. On my mother's side, I'm a Jefferson, and my great-granddaddy's family owned MacArthurn Boulevard in D.C. until the Depression. I live in Northern Virginia, surrounded by the dot-com nouveau riche, tacky McMansions, and hideous lack of fashion sense. Thank God a Lilly boutique just opened, or I might have died from the sheer ugliness. My father handed me a copy of The Official Preppy Handbook when I was eleven and said, "Read it, learn it, live it, Goddammit." I attend an exclusive Catholic prep school, which is populated by jappy girls who carry their (out-of-date) Louis Vuitton purses and think it entitles them to a deb. *sigh* Such is life.
Au revoir, mes amies!