laughing uncontrollably

So I don't know why I'm even confessing this, because it's pathetic of me. Don't ask how I got here, but I did.

I just took this quiz online that's titled "Are you Paris or Nicole?" (no joke, I really am that pathetic.) And my result? I'm Tinkerbell, the loyal sidekick. If you're not one to follow celebrity gossip at all, Tinkerbell would be Paris Hilton's chihuahua. So I don't know if I should be flattered that I'm not like either Nicole or Paris--it's a relief, actually. But I'm not sure if I should be insulted at being compared to a shivering, bug-eyed dog. *ouch*

Anyhow, it's freakishly late, my neck is starting to hurt from sleep deprivation...and well, there's really no reason for me to still be up.

(But I'm still laughing...)