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As filched from Longpig....
Twenty years ago, I was in Mr. Trepanier's grade seven class in Savona, BC. This was the smallest school I ever attended. There were only five of us in my grade seven class, but despite the smallness of the school, cliques still existed. I was one of the popular girls about 50% of the time, depending on the whims of the social queen, Adrienne Baker. She had a pet rattlesnake, and when my parents found out, they forbade me to visit her home as long as such a creature was in the house. I protested, but not too much. Adrienne was a total bitch. I prayed to God that I'd never have to grow up and be an adult, and I prayed that Adrienne would become a nicer person. I was a total bookworm, and hoped beyond hope that I could become as adept with animals and as selfsure as my biggest hero, Tarzan.
Fifteen years ago, I was in Mr. Lawson's grade twelve class in Nackawic, NB. I lived way out in the country in a place called Dorn Ridge where I spent all my time reading, researching, or going for long rides in the country with my horses. I was still a religious kid, and I had turned into a complete weirdo. I was still a bookworm, and had recently discovered the Thomas Covenant series by Stephen R. Donaldson. I was smitten! I was also ostracized by most everyone in the school, excepting fellow outsider, Donna Morehouse, who mocked my choice in literature and attacked me with her inch-long fingernails whenever I did something she didn't like. My nickname--Toenail--was bestowed upon my by Todd Bird. My only real friends were my animals and my scores of penpals all over the world. I didn't entirely know what I wanted to do when I graduated, but I knew I wanted to dance, model, write, and do something or another with computers and visual art. On my father's suggestion, I applied for entrance to UNB, and was accepted.
Ten years ago, I was in my fourth year of studies at UNB, with one more year to go. I had finally shaken off my cultish upbringing, and was officially engaged to f00. I lived in a horrible little apartment with him on Odell Avenue. It didn't appear to be insulated, the walls were paper-thin, there was never enough hot water to have a shower, and the upstair neighbour's fire escape led directly to our apartment. I woke up very late one night as a police officer roamed inside with a flashlight. When I ordered the intruder to "GET THE FUCK OUT!", I nearly gave f00 a heart attack. What a way to wake up....
Five years ago, I lived in a gorgeous apartment in Moncton, and had been teaching dance for about one year. I was getting regular dance performances, and my website had become very popular. I was getting more hits in a day than most people I knew were getting in several months. I'd discovered the joys of thrift shops and also of eBay, and was making a decent amount of money reselling cool things I'd found.
Three years ago, I was back in Fredericton, working a crappy job at an even crappier clothing/jewellery shop, selling bongs and fake Tommy Hilfiger sweaters. I quit to become the music director of CHSR, which was a much cooler job, until the inevitable politics set in. My right foot began bothering me, but I resumed teaching dance and was once again doing nude modelling for artists. I began studying modern dance and goju-ryu karate-do, in an attempt to augment my lack of personal raqs sharqi instruction.
Two years ago, I was teaching five dance classes per week in addition to my modelling. I had also self-published a dance costuming book, and was selling it at dance workshops and over the internet. I was just finishing up my Movement Awareness class at the university, and had begun studying Hungar kung fu. I developed migraine status aura, a condition which left me mostly blind and very easily confused for about two months.
One year ago, I was awarded my orange belt in karate. Dance classes had slowed down, and I was now teaching two classes per week. The migraine spots seemed under control, but the swelling had never gone down in my foot. Doctors could not agree on the cause, but I took a few months off from walking and martial arts in an attempt to let it heal. There was no appreciable improvement, and as the season became warmer, my migraine spots seemed to be returning. My medication was upped, and the problem gradually lessened.
Yesterday, I taught a dance class then went out on a photo shoot with f00, while I worried about my first cross-style sparring match which will take place this afternoon. I discovered my sister had just moved out from her boyfriend's place to live with my parents again. My parents brought us a dishwasher, which f00 and I really don't have room for in the kitchen, but I'm glad for it, anyhow. I hate doing dishes.
Tomorrow, I expect I'll be recovering from my sparring match--hopefully not in a hospital.
Twenty years ago, I was in Mr. Trepanier's grade seven class in Savona, BC. This was the smallest school I ever attended. There were only five of us in my grade seven class, but despite the smallness of the school, cliques still existed. I was one of the popular girls about 50% of the time, depending on the whims of the social queen, Adrienne Baker. She had a pet rattlesnake, and when my parents found out, they forbade me to visit her home as long as such a creature was in the house. I protested, but not too much. Adrienne was a total bitch. I prayed to God that I'd never have to grow up and be an adult, and I prayed that Adrienne would become a nicer person. I was a total bookworm, and hoped beyond hope that I could become as adept with animals and as selfsure as my biggest hero, Tarzan.
Fifteen years ago, I was in Mr. Lawson's grade twelve class in Nackawic, NB. I lived way out in the country in a place called Dorn Ridge where I spent all my time reading, researching, or going for long rides in the country with my horses. I was still a religious kid, and I had turned into a complete weirdo. I was still a bookworm, and had recently discovered the Thomas Covenant series by Stephen R. Donaldson. I was smitten! I was also ostracized by most everyone in the school, excepting fellow outsider, Donna Morehouse, who mocked my choice in literature and attacked me with her inch-long fingernails whenever I did something she didn't like. My nickname--Toenail--was bestowed upon my by Todd Bird. My only real friends were my animals and my scores of penpals all over the world. I didn't entirely know what I wanted to do when I graduated, but I knew I wanted to dance, model, write, and do something or another with computers and visual art. On my father's suggestion, I applied for entrance to UNB, and was accepted.
Ten years ago, I was in my fourth year of studies at UNB, with one more year to go. I had finally shaken off my cultish upbringing, and was officially engaged to f00. I lived in a horrible little apartment with him on Odell Avenue. It didn't appear to be insulated, the walls were paper-thin, there was never enough hot water to have a shower, and the upstair neighbour's fire escape led directly to our apartment. I woke up very late one night as a police officer roamed inside with a flashlight. When I ordered the intruder to "GET THE FUCK OUT!", I nearly gave f00 a heart attack. What a way to wake up....
Five years ago, I lived in a gorgeous apartment in Moncton, and had been teaching dance for about one year. I was getting regular dance performances, and my website had become very popular. I was getting more hits in a day than most people I knew were getting in several months. I'd discovered the joys of thrift shops and also of eBay, and was making a decent amount of money reselling cool things I'd found.
Three years ago, I was back in Fredericton, working a crappy job at an even crappier clothing/jewellery shop, selling bongs and fake Tommy Hilfiger sweaters. I quit to become the music director of CHSR, which was a much cooler job, until the inevitable politics set in. My right foot began bothering me, but I resumed teaching dance and was once again doing nude modelling for artists. I began studying modern dance and goju-ryu karate-do, in an attempt to augment my lack of personal raqs sharqi instruction.
Two years ago, I was teaching five dance classes per week in addition to my modelling. I had also self-published a dance costuming book, and was selling it at dance workshops and over the internet. I was just finishing up my Movement Awareness class at the university, and had begun studying Hungar kung fu. I developed migraine status aura, a condition which left me mostly blind and very easily confused for about two months.
One year ago, I was awarded my orange belt in karate. Dance classes had slowed down, and I was now teaching two classes per week. The migraine spots seemed under control, but the swelling had never gone down in my foot. Doctors could not agree on the cause, but I took a few months off from walking and martial arts in an attempt to let it heal. There was no appreciable improvement, and as the season became warmer, my migraine spots seemed to be returning. My medication was upped, and the problem gradually lessened.
Yesterday, I taught a dance class then went out on a photo shoot with f00, while I worried about my first cross-style sparring match which will take place this afternoon. I discovered my sister had just moved out from her boyfriend's place to live with my parents again. My parents brought us a dishwasher, which f00 and I really don't have room for in the kitchen, but I'm glad for it, anyhow. I hate doing dishes.
Tomorrow, I expect I'll be recovering from my sparring match--hopefully not in a hospital.
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Date: 2003-06-01 09:21 am (UTC)From:Good luck with the sparring!
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Date: 2003-06-01 09:32 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-06-01 09:25 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-06-01 09:39 am (UTC)From:i feel like a stalker....
Date: 2003-06-01 01:30 pm (UTC)From:xoxo
~andrea
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Date: 2003-06-01 01:37 pm (UTC)From:Re:
Date: 2003-06-01 01:41 pm (UTC)From:i'm gonna flitter off in the glow of honeycake-dom now woot!
~a.piXy
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Date: 2003-06-04 10:16 am (UTC)From:Heylas. I found you through LJ-Match, of all places. We got rated at 110% compatible, and I *liked* your description of yourself, so I clicked the "read livejournal" link, so I could read a few of your entries...I liked what I saw well enough to go searching! I was ][ this close to actually plunking down some money on LJ-Match (I still will, later, when I -have- a spare $10, because they deserve the money for their hard work and it's cheap enough, but right now I literally would have to scrape it off the bottom of my shoe, whereas in a month I'll have it.) before I *finally* found you. :D
Basically, I think you seem like a pretty cool chica. Hope you don't mind me hanging out for a bit. ^_^ (And I wish some of your martial arts dedication would rub off...it's not going to; my priorities lie elsewhere...but I could *wish*, eh? ;)
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Date: 2003-06-04 10:56 am (UTC)From:I still don't understand how compatibilities can exceed 100%. Do you suppose it's a wrap-around effect, and it means that anyone above 100% should actually score much lower?
I didn't think so, but it's still a pretty pickle....
Anyhow, I think I'm going to spend the majority of this day reclining in bed and reading in the hopes that the migraine I've been fighting for a few days will go back from whence it came. Here's hopin'....
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Date: 2003-06-04 01:11 pm (UTC)From:The guy doing it thought it would be more dramatic, so people who are "really, really compatible" should be over 100. *shrug* I think he just made the scale from 10-110 instead of 0-100. (It's in the FAQ.) He's right, though. It's cute. :D
And as for the migraine...I can send Reiki if you'd like? Can't do without your permission.