First off, I would like to thank this person for reminding me to tend to my seemingly disintegrating blog. Kudos to you, even though your blog is chock full of penis. :]
When I was 9, I had to switch elementary schools because my family had moved to another city. I remember arriving late at the school, because my mom drove around for what seemed like forever until she discovered that the school was actually located maybe, not three blocks away from our new home. We entered the building, and the halls were quiet. The few kids that were meandering around, looked a lot bigger than I, and the teachers seemed to have awkward grins on their faces. Already I knew that I would hate this place. It was one thing that I had been forced to relocate to a new home in a new city, and had by personal choice, secluded myself inside at all hours of the day the month prior to the start of the schoolyear, rockin’ the AOL 3.0, I think it was at the time, completely ignoring the requests of both my mother, and the kids outside, to go out and play tag in the cal-de-sac.. It was another thing to not let me take my pick of elementary schools, and make me walk through that hall of strangers, and to guide me to a room of mystery. I remember arriving at that door, and stopping at the doorway. I didn’t want to go in. I looked inside, and all the attention had turned toward me. I heard the classroom fall completely quiet. Which, made me not want to go in more. My eyes had made their way to two girls inparticular. One blonde, one not so blonde. They were giggling, and looking at me, and I felt as if I were going to puke. I had later come to find out the girls were best friends. The blonde one, a twin, and “dating” the guy I had a small crush on. I could faintly hear my mom out of the other ear, in her attempt to coax me into the classroom. I think I only stood there for about 5 minutes, but it felt like I had stood there for 30. I don’t remember why or what had persuaded me to finally go in, but I had.
I don’t have very many memories of that year. I remember the girls talking to me, and being friends with me, doing a raisin-floating-in-soda experiment in Science class, and finger painting a rather graphic picture in Art, to somewhat express my deep hate for being confined to this new lifestyle. It didn’t last long. I had only attended that school for three months before my mom changed her mind and we moved back to our old house.
That’s really the only memory I have of being shy. Secluded, not really, I’ve always been sort of kept to myself when it comes to others wanting me to express to them why I am upset or distressed. If you were to meet me now, you probably would never believe that story. Then again, I was 9, and I was forced to move. What kid hasn’t been forced to situate themselves into a new lifestyle? I don’t know what it was that flipped my entire personality around, but I like who I am now. I like what I do, I like the things I say. I like being outgoing, and vulgar (on occasion). I like talking to random people in random places. I like shouting, “AMERICA!! FUCK YEAH!!!” at awkward times. I like the idea of knowing if I keep stealing things off of the internet, the FBI is going to tase me. :D I like who I am, do you like who you are?
So since my last blog, I have moved to California. No longer in Kansas, now in L.A. Don’t ask me if I love it, because duh, I do. Don’t ask me when I’m going home, because I’m not. And oddly enough, if you still crack Oz jokes, I’m still going to be offended and I’ll probably punch your face in. :] I’ve been trying to find a job so that I’m not having to be confined to this room. Pft, can’t even go into the kitchen when I get hungry, what kind of crap is that? Oh well. I kind of like this whole living out of a suitcase thing, in some circumstances (I know, I know). I’ve never had to live out of a suitcase before for any reason, but I kind of like not knowing what’s going to happen next. Because that’s no way to live life, when it’s all planned out for you. I don’t, however, enjoy when plans that I’ve worked hard to make work…backfire and blow up in my face completely. That seems to happen a lot.
All right, I’m kind of obsessed with Twitter. Not gonna lie. Today Pownce invited me to Pownce :D, so now I have Pownce. Whee. <3 I’ve yet to play around with it and see what it’s about, but it seems pretty cool so far.
Apart from that sidenote, back to what I was saying. Except not, because I forgot what I was going to say. Blast. You see, this is why I can never have a blog. I get all into it, and then I get distracted, going off to do other things, and then I forget what I’m going to write about completely.
New subject. Skype. I think it was Leah who had inititally told me to download Skype. So I went out the next day to buy a mic, and downloaded Skype, and have been Skyping like a mad person ever since. While skyping with my buddies Darren and D last night, I came upon the weird idea that we all needed to Skype with my mom. o.o Haha, so I call her up today, her not exactly being technology saavy, and her already being one step ahead of me and already having Skype. Great. Cool. But no mic. Wtf? Yeah. Mom. Get on that, kthx.
All right, I’m done rambling. And I’m done neglecting my poor little blog, I promise. I will probably come back and write another entry later tonight…if I feel up to spewing to the public the utter digust I am having toward one certain person right now. Maybe…I don’t know if I’m up for ruining someone’s life like that. At least not yet. :)
