A Formal Introduction
Date: Feb 9th, 2008 1:41:46 am - Subscribe
Mood: Spicy!
Alleged Alliteration: Incredibly happy.
It all started just a little over fourteen years ago.
I grew up in a very loving and secure environment, with my parents married five years before having me. My mom came down with toxic shock syndrome after she gave birth to me, but I came out perfectly fine. Technically, my mom shouldn't be here at all, but the Lord was watching out for us.
When I was taken home for the first time, though, my dad was scared shitless because he had no one to help him out. There was him, and there was me, and that was all.
Daddy meticulously obsessed himself with my belly button, and it's all funky because of it. I have a cute little outie instead of the normal innie, and every time I look at it, I'm only reminded of how much my father loves me.
My mom made it out of her troubles alright eventually, and to this day we're a happy little family just getting by in this world.
Roughly five years after my birth, for up until that point I was an only child, my little brother came into being. My fondest memories of that time were when I would sit in my mom's hospital room and watch Pokemon, and when -- on the first day of his life -- the nurse gave me a "big sister" sticker.
Now, all these years later, I am a bored teenager with a thirst for adrenaline (seriously, I think I'm addicted to horror movies) and one of the world's most opinionated souls ever.
I am completly unconventional, I defy all definition, and I am totally unorthodox. In fact, I strive to be anything but normal. What the hell is normal anyway?
I have my fair share of issues, I'm not perfect. But I do so try to be the best at, well . . . Pretty much everything.
When I get older, I have dreams of becoming a journalist and sharing my Christian views on the everything with absolutely anyone who will listen -- er, I mean, read.
But before that I hope to be able to go to England's Oxford college, and earn masters degrees in both journalism and astronomy.
I am a choir girl, and very proud of it. I wouldn't trade my voice for anything in the world . . . Whether said voice in question be that on paper or that in the air.
Thank you for reading.
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