Lolcatz's very random, not so very well thought-out biography...
Not only am I co-editor...I am also as of now stealing the show! Okay, not really. But only because I'm lazy. So, the first thing one may have noticed is my codename and whatever the hell that means. I like catlolz...a lot. It's quite sad, but also an affliction shared by many other people. You'll have to trust me on that because I have no medical proof. My many interesting qualities pretty much extend from that same realm of curiosity, but in person I am actually incredibly normal.
I was born into a military family and traveled quite a bit (Panama, Korea, and Germany to name a few) before settling in Maryland when I was still pretty young. Apparently this makes me a southerner in the eyes of these crazy northern-types, but I'm cool with anything that makes me the oddball. I went to school up north for two years while pursuing a variety of subjects, ranging from engineering to computer science to eventually psychology. But right now I'm back home (which is now Virginia) for the semester--which is so far proving to be a bust. Eventually I would like to get my masters in psych and join the FBI, or do something somewhat badass for a living.
As for my posse, Biscuit and T-fresh and I go way back to freshmen year of college (T-fresh was my roommate) and Biscuit was the random girl that oogled my purse during orientation. DirtyCheater was T-fresh's roommate from sophomore year, while I was stuck with our other roommate for two years--let us call her SociallyInept...Girl. And currently we collectively hold an apartment on campus that holds my empty spot, just waiting for my return.
Everyone else that Aquaman has listed came along during sophomore year, when I more or less lived in their little hodunk dorm since I actually happen to like closet-sized rooms. But I did meet him freshmen year, though we don't really count it in our history--it mostly involved me being awkward-sauce and him being overly charming. Gag. I hate it when he does that. And the next time I saw him after that I was incredibly snarky, bordering on obnoxious--which is my special way of saying "wassup, sexy!" Okay, not really. But that is me on a good day! Anyways, to wrap this up, it's a year later and I'm still stuck with the same dysfunctional group of hoodlums and the misadventures are just beginning--let the good times roll...
I was born into a military family and traveled quite a bit (Panama, Korea, and Germany to name a few) before settling in Maryland when I was still pretty young. Apparently this makes me a southerner in the eyes of these crazy northern-types, but I'm cool with anything that makes me the oddball. I went to school up north for two years while pursuing a variety of subjects, ranging from engineering to computer science to eventually psychology. But right now I'm back home (which is now Virginia) for the semester--which is so far proving to be a bust. Eventually I would like to get my masters in psych and join the FBI, or do something somewhat badass for a living.
As for my posse, Biscuit and T-fresh and I go way back to freshmen year of college (T-fresh was my roommate) and Biscuit was the random girl that oogled my purse during orientation. DirtyCheater was T-fresh's roommate from sophomore year, while I was stuck with our other roommate for two years--let us call her SociallyInept...Girl. And currently we collectively hold an apartment on campus that holds my empty spot, just waiting for my return.
Everyone else that Aquaman has listed came along during sophomore year, when I more or less lived in their little hodunk dorm since I actually happen to like closet-sized rooms. But I did meet him freshmen year, though we don't really count it in our history--it mostly involved me being awkward-sauce and him being overly charming. Gag. I hate it when he does that. And the next time I saw him after that I was incredibly snarky, bordering on obnoxious--which is my special way of saying "wassup, sexy!" Okay, not really. But that is me on a good day! Anyways, to wrap this up, it's a year later and I'm still stuck with the same dysfunctional group of hoodlums and the misadventures are just beginning--let the good times roll...