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dreamingpixelsWell, I've already gone over my family, so I guess it's my turn to stand in the spotlight.
I've always been the weird kid with very few friends. It's been like that since elementary school, but when you're a little kid, nobody cares if you're weird. At least, that's how it felt to me when I was in elementary school. I went to a Catholic school, and my classmates were pretty nice to me, even though I was out there.
Middle school was hell. Pure hell. I went from being liked to being made fun of because I was a nice person. I was spit on, scribbled on with permanent marker, dragged around by my backpack, and generally made fun of. Some of my most vivid memories of middle school were of sitting down at a lunch table with people who talked to me a little bit in the first few weeks of school... and having them all get up and leave because I sat down; being called "queefer" because I had no idea what the word meant; being picked on because I was nice to all the kids, even the ones nobody liked (apparently the kid who took me out on my first 'date' had peed his pants back in elementary school, and everyone picked on him since, poor guy - and because I hung out with him I was as gross as he was, apparently). Those were horrible years, those two years I spent in middle school. I eventually made friends, but they were... questionable.
High school was a little different. The girl who picked on me so much in middle school had failed 7th grade for the fourth time, so I was away from her, and there were so many different people there that I managed to make some friends who didn't care how weird I was. By the end of high school, I'd managed to make quite a few friends, and while I was still picked on (for watching Sailor Moon, a 'baby show'), I had friends who liked anime and Sailor Moon and stuck up for me. However, by the end of high school I was also essentially homeless and living with a jerk of a boyfriend, Joe.
Which brings me to another important thing about me: My mom was very depressed when I was in high school, and that made her do... weird things, which screwed me up. A lot. Like, for example, I dated this kid Harmon when I was in 10th/11th grade. He was a year younger than I was, and for some reason mom hated him. A lot. And so instead of letting this relationship fizzle out in three weeks like it probably would have done, she said "until you dump this kid you're grounded". And so me, being stubborn like all the women in my family, told her I'd keep dating him, and screw the fact that I was grounded. You don't know how hard it was, being grounded for an entire year. All I did was write Harmon letters, and try and hide his from Mom, because she'd read them out loud and then throw them all away. Eventually, after a year he said he didn't know if he loved me anymore, and I came home weeping, and Mom said "Aww, I'm sorry honey. You're ungrounded, though!" That didn't really help things, heh.
And at the end of high school, in February of my senior year, my mom kicked me out, because - get this - my room was a mess. I still don't get it. I ended up living with Joe the Jerk for a few months, then went to work at summer camp, then went off to college.
And that's where the fun began, but that's for another post. I could write a freaking book about all that's happened since 2000. (If you're reeeaaallly curious, you can read the archives of my journal, it picks up in August 2001. I don't recommend it, though, because I was a very stupid little girl back then.)
I've always been the weird kid with very few friends. It's been like that since elementary school, but when you're a little kid, nobody cares if you're weird. At least, that's how it felt to me when I was in elementary school. I went to a Catholic school, and my classmates were pretty nice to me, even though I was out there.
Middle school was hell. Pure hell. I went from being liked to being made fun of because I was a nice person. I was spit on, scribbled on with permanent marker, dragged around by my backpack, and generally made fun of. Some of my most vivid memories of middle school were of sitting down at a lunch table with people who talked to me a little bit in the first few weeks of school... and having them all get up and leave because I sat down; being called "queefer" because I had no idea what the word meant; being picked on because I was nice to all the kids, even the ones nobody liked (apparently the kid who took me out on my first 'date' had peed his pants back in elementary school, and everyone picked on him since, poor guy - and because I hung out with him I was as gross as he was, apparently). Those were horrible years, those two years I spent in middle school. I eventually made friends, but they were... questionable.
High school was a little different. The girl who picked on me so much in middle school had failed 7th grade for the fourth time, so I was away from her, and there were so many different people there that I managed to make some friends who didn't care how weird I was. By the end of high school, I'd managed to make quite a few friends, and while I was still picked on (for watching Sailor Moon, a 'baby show'), I had friends who liked anime and Sailor Moon and stuck up for me. However, by the end of high school I was also essentially homeless and living with a jerk of a boyfriend, Joe.
Which brings me to another important thing about me: My mom was very depressed when I was in high school, and that made her do... weird things, which screwed me up. A lot. Like, for example, I dated this kid Harmon when I was in 10th/11th grade. He was a year younger than I was, and for some reason mom hated him. A lot. And so instead of letting this relationship fizzle out in three weeks like it probably would have done, she said "until you dump this kid you're grounded". And so me, being stubborn like all the women in my family, told her I'd keep dating him, and screw the fact that I was grounded. You don't know how hard it was, being grounded for an entire year. All I did was write Harmon letters, and try and hide his from Mom, because she'd read them out loud and then throw them all away. Eventually, after a year he said he didn't know if he loved me anymore, and I came home weeping, and Mom said "Aww, I'm sorry honey. You're ungrounded, though!" That didn't really help things, heh.
And at the end of high school, in February of my senior year, my mom kicked me out, because - get this - my room was a mess. I still don't get it. I ended up living with Joe the Jerk for a few months, then went to work at summer camp, then went off to college.
And that's where the fun began, but that's for another post. I could write a freaking book about all that's happened since 2000. (If you're reeeaaallly curious, you can read the archives of my journal, it picks up in August 2001. I don't recommend it, though, because I was a very stupid little girl back then.)
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Date: 2009-04-28 06:30 pm (UTC)Hmm, maybe I should do a quick intro post as well, though I'm mostly uninteresting outside of my family's history.
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Date: 2009-04-28 08:34 pm (UTC)