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Happy Leap Year!

In honor of this rare and unusual day, please leave a comment with some rare and unusual fact about yourself. Doesn't have to be super deep unless you want it to be. Did you win "Little Miss Cornstarch" when you were four? Teased mercilessly when you moved from the jungle to the big city for your lack of jellies? Lie about a scar to make it sound cooler? Let's hear it.

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So apparently last night was totally all of UF having trouble with AIM/AOL/etc. So weird. I just got back from Paige and Jacqui's, and Jacqui and I watched the single greatest disaster movie about earthquakes in New York: Aftershock: Earthquake in New York. It is truly, truly amazing. Also, Jen Garner delights me to no end, so seeing her all fresh-faced and young.

My unusual secret is as follows: I remember exactly when I stopped lying about easily-verifible facts. This is reason I will never, ever lie about having a boyfriend, or having had boyfriend. When I in kindergarten, we were learning about space and astronauts, and for some reason, I told my teacher my uncle was an astronaut. This is in no way true. I even could visualize which uncle in space: my godfather, my dad's middle brother. I could picture him in space. This image contented me for the rest of the day, until my mom came to pick me up. My mom was the room mother and so she started chatting with Mrs Grant. As they talked, I realized Mrs Grant could totally ask about my astronaut uncle that didn't exist, and I was paralyzed with horror. So at that tender age I figured that telling the truth was usually the best policy.