...(enters Evrest)...

My name’s Evrest.  People call me Ev.  Try not to view this entry as a dating profile…I’m way too young.  Something I should get out’ve the way first is that I wear size five diapers (Pampers mostly).  I like to pretend I’m using a toilet but I never actually go while I’m on one.  Lest you be discouraged, I am getting more interested in the whole process.  Now on to more pleasant things.  I sleep nearly twelve hours a night, but I wake up with the slightest noise.  Like my sister, I enjoy sleeping horizontally across the bed, so as to better kick my parents when a bad night drives me to them.  Upon waking, I am immediately ready to play.  Currently my most favorite activities are vacuuming and driving my Gido’s red tractor, alone.  If I am interrupted or stopped while in the midst of these activities, I’m usually quite outraged (and rightly so).  How dare they think I can get any decent square footage clean while given only a minute or two with a vacuum?  Or how am I to relieve my need for speed and feel the wind in my hair if they govern my tractor out at 1.3 km/hr.?  It’s understandable that I respond emotionally to such injustice.  I also enjoy wrestling with my sister.  Unfortunately her hair always seems to get in the way while we roll around, ending with her screaming.  She’s sooo emotional. 

As for other people, I naturally tend to get along better with guys.  They just seem to get me.  I’m currently quite amazed with birds, planes, trains, most vehicles, geese, dogs, ping-pong, and punishment directed at me.  It would also be good for you to note that, although I tend to type quite well, I still have a tough time speaking English.  I have a little bit of my own accent, and tend to end words and phrases in a rising tone, making it seem like I’m always asking a question.  You’d get used to it.  This has forced me to nodding and shaking my head a lot in order to get my meaning across.  I say the word “no” a lot and even to things/people I like which makes me think I don’t really have a clear definition of what it means.

Contrary to my speaking skills, I’m a fairly good singer and even better musician.  Percussion is my specialty whether acoustic drums, the bongos, real/toy hammers, and even the microwave door on my dad’s head (a fairly unique sound).  Accompanying my music I like to dance.  Not in the graceful, move-based motions of my sister, but rather in the wide-stance, sumo-like, side-to-side sway.  I think I’ll have mastered that form by the time I’m a teenager.

My tiny hands are getting quite sore typing, so I’m going to wrap it up.  I like reading, and enjoy a good, short tv show.  I tend to eat my sour cream without anything else.  And I love the outdoors.  I periodically push over kids my age out’ve curiosity, and then with my parents reminder, I show them gentle.  I yearn for independence.

Alright, now you know way too much about me.  Please don’t try to set me up with anybody you know.  My parents tell me it’s all arranged.  Pray for me…