; lives in suburban, sheltered psuedo-smalltown near lovely chicago ; is vaguely pleased that is now fall and can wear scarves in school without looking freakish ; would love nothing more than to go shopping, right now, then see must love dogs or some other wildly sappy chick flick, right after ; would ditch education in a heartbeat if offered chance at lifelong marriage with a millionaire(shallow, yes, but then can pursue true!happiness in...interior design? forever) ; despises class schedule and ungodly amount of extracurricular activities ; dreads college ; works for and on school yearbook(huzzah) ; loves fanfic and characterization more than should ; would love to friend you,provided basic safety and confirmation of humanity ; wonders sometimes if all this time couldn't be put to better use ; misses freshman year ; wouldn't trade life right now for the world.
`That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar.
`Not quite right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly; some of the words have got altered.
`It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.
The Caterpillar was the first to speak.
`What size do you want to be?' it asked.
`Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; `only one doesn't like changing so often, you know.'