Post by bylin on Oct 8, 2006 23:35:06 GMT -5
I was born Novemeber 19th, 1983 on the outskirts of a small town in the middle of a bitter cold snap of southren ontario.
By the age of one I was already leaving my artisitic mark in all the ways you can think a one year old can manage. Mother says when I was born I picked up a pencil.
When I was two I was discovered to be an "unusual" child.
At the age of three I was kicked out of preschool.
In kindergarten, at the age of four I had experimental surgery.
When I was five I was into wood working, and had built some wooden sculptures, a staircase, and yes, used power tools.
Six, was a good year. I got my first kiss from a boy. I was still leaving my artistic print on all surfaces I found a way to deface. I was popular, well liked, and my gift in the arts was gaining attention. I also managed to puke on my best-friend on picture day.
Age seven. the surgery was determinded to be a failure and I went under the knife again to have it all undone.
When I was eight - I can't remember being 8, this is a mystery.
I don't remember being 9 either, possibly related to the mysterious 8. Sometime during these two years everything changed.
Ten is a little blurry, but it was at this time I was discovered to be gifted in mathmatics as well as fine arts. I was terrified and decidedly stoped being good at math, losing any and all gifts for it I may have had. I was horribly teased and beat by the other kids, had no friends and was possibly the saddest ten year old in the whole world.
Age 11, ah, the pre-teens. I got in fist fights daily and decided being noticed was a very bad thing. Infact, attracting attention could prove to be a very painful experience.
When I was 12 I moved into the city. Local girls pushed me in the mud and told everyone I stuffed my bra. (why would anyone stuff themselves to be a double A?)
Finally a teenager, lucky 13. I won my first award for artsiness and was also voted ugliest girl and most likely to be an alien, I got a certificate for a three.
At the age of 14 I had my locker searched for possible weapons.
When I was 15 I moved to Missouri, and started over.
Sweet 16 I learned just how truely odd I could be. I also started college and got published for the first time.
Age 17 I graduated highschool and went on my first date and started university. (transfered college credits) Also the first year I played an MMORPG.
When I was 18 I had a mental breakdown (serious), broke up with boyfriend and decided to move back to Canada. (best choice I ever made - you have no idea) Got smashingly drunk for the first time. was also the age I got my first concusion, chipped a tooth, and did something illegal.
Not a good year, other then that I met Zole.
When I was 19 I realised I was in love, and was sadly again voted the ugliest girl, most annoying and most likely not to be invited to any parties, this time in the residence, again I received certificates for all three. I finished work on my second mural, of which I am very proud.
Twenty is a bit of a blurr between extreme tiredness, drunkeness and a pile of essays, sports and acrylic paintings. Decided I didn't know what I was doing in university and started college again.
Age 21 I graduated University with a double degree in english and fine arts.
Which brings us around to my current age of 22. I graduated college with a degree in graphic design back in april and am looking for work.
So now you know random facts of my past, but really you didn't learn anything about who I am, and I can't really think of anyway of telling you.
By the age of one I was already leaving my artisitic mark in all the ways you can think a one year old can manage. Mother says when I was born I picked up a pencil.
When I was two I was discovered to be an "unusual" child.
At the age of three I was kicked out of preschool.
In kindergarten, at the age of four I had experimental surgery.
When I was five I was into wood working, and had built some wooden sculptures, a staircase, and yes, used power tools.
Six, was a good year. I got my first kiss from a boy. I was still leaving my artistic print on all surfaces I found a way to deface. I was popular, well liked, and my gift in the arts was gaining attention. I also managed to puke on my best-friend on picture day.
Age seven. the surgery was determinded to be a failure and I went under the knife again to have it all undone.
When I was eight - I can't remember being 8, this is a mystery.
I don't remember being 9 either, possibly related to the mysterious 8. Sometime during these two years everything changed.
Ten is a little blurry, but it was at this time I was discovered to be gifted in mathmatics as well as fine arts. I was terrified and decidedly stoped being good at math, losing any and all gifts for it I may have had. I was horribly teased and beat by the other kids, had no friends and was possibly the saddest ten year old in the whole world.
Age 11, ah, the pre-teens. I got in fist fights daily and decided being noticed was a very bad thing. Infact, attracting attention could prove to be a very painful experience.
When I was 12 I moved into the city. Local girls pushed me in the mud and told everyone I stuffed my bra. (why would anyone stuff themselves to be a double A?)
Finally a teenager, lucky 13. I won my first award for artsiness and was also voted ugliest girl and most likely to be an alien, I got a certificate for a three.
At the age of 14 I had my locker searched for possible weapons.
When I was 15 I moved to Missouri, and started over.
Sweet 16 I learned just how truely odd I could be. I also started college and got published for the first time.
Age 17 I graduated highschool and went on my first date and started university. (transfered college credits) Also the first year I played an MMORPG.
When I was 18 I had a mental breakdown (serious), broke up with boyfriend and decided to move back to Canada. (best choice I ever made - you have no idea) Got smashingly drunk for the first time. was also the age I got my first concusion, chipped a tooth, and did something illegal.
Not a good year, other then that I met Zole.When I was 19 I realised I was in love, and was sadly again voted the ugliest girl, most annoying and most likely not to be invited to any parties, this time in the residence, again I received certificates for all three. I finished work on my second mural, of which I am very proud.
Twenty is a bit of a blurr between extreme tiredness, drunkeness and a pile of essays, sports and acrylic paintings. Decided I didn't know what I was doing in university and started college again.
Age 21 I graduated University with a double degree in english and fine arts.
Which brings us around to my current age of 22. I graduated college with a degree in graphic design back in april and am looking for work.
So now you know random facts of my past, but really you didn't learn anything about who I am, and I can't really think of anyway of telling you.
