Quote from Mama;501756:
your name means limping (like while walking)!
it sounds cute on it's own though.
OH MY GOD, NOW YOU'VE REMINDED ME...
In 6th grade, we had to do a 'what does your name mean' sort of thing...
Me and my friend [Erica] were in the computer lab with the rest of our class, scouring the depths of the Internet for answers!
Erica: Ooh, my name means flower! I had no idea~
Me: Oh, my name means lame.
[couldn't find a meaning for female name, but male form Claudius means lame]
Erica: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOUR NAME MEANS LAMEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAAAA
HAHAHAHA GUYS HER NAME MEANS LAMEEEEEEE LIKE CRIPPLED, YOU'RE CRIPPLEEEEED
Then, I found out that four years later, after I switched into her history class in November, I mercifully missed out on the same assignment. But she STILL brings that up to this day, although we both crack up about it. Also, she was nice enough to explain it to our whole class.
BUT, in reality, I wasn't named Claudia because I have a limp or anything...
See, I was thought to be a boy. Ultrasound even said so! So my mom was pretty damn convinced and didn't pick out any female names. She was going to name me 'Joseph Michael'. The hell? [And no, Michael was NOT a middle name. That was going to be my full name. Joseph Michael xxxxx -lastname-.]
So, I popped out, and the doctor was like, "It's a boy! No, wait, it's a girl!", and my mom was pretty pissed after being in labor for 36 hours and my father was being a pussy and throwing up in the other room. Since my mother was slightly more incapacitated than my father, the job was left to him to "come up with a name, quick!". The first name he managed to pull out of his ass after getting over the shock became my name.
After that, they picked out girl names for my brother. Why didn't they pick normal names for me, too?