i got tagged to do this on livejournal or something like that. so here it is. i thought it was pretty funny.
1. i've been horseback riding since i was 9. i've only fallen off about 4 times, the last time being the worst (dislocated collar bone. good times.)
2. i've loved 3 people. that being said, i've only ever been loved back once (when i was 16. so does that even count?). i guess you could say i tend to love the wrong people.
3. i have 4 tattoos, and all of them are specific to an event or something really important to me. i'm getting tattooed again in a few weeks (finishing up the bottom half of my right sleeve)
4. i've been to cbgb 2 times. it's a weird place. i like it.
5. i've known my best friend since we were 5. i walked up to her in kindergarten and told her that she was going to be my new best friend. she was the only non-white person in our entire elementary school.
6. the town i'm from has a population less than 2,000.
7. i've never been farther away in the US than NYC, and i've never been to canada. however, i've been to England, The Netherlands, France, and Belgium.
8. i have a little brother who is almost 19. he got a scholarship to the university of rhode island. i miss him, even though we used to fight like cats and dogs when i was a kid.
9. i have a scar over my right eye from where i got hit in the head with a shovel when i was 9.
10. i started listening to punk rock when i was 12. the bouncing souls were (and still are) my favorite band. i went through a grrl rock phase in high school (i own the first bunch of donnas cds, and a couple by bratmobile and le tigre.)
11. my best friend (not the one i've had for 16 years) and i used to date. like, 4 years ago. we dont talk about it much because it draws unneccessary attention to the past. plus, having guys say "will you make out for us" gets really, really old. girls kissing, weee. get over it!
12. i miss my aunt every day. i think about her at weird times. i started crying in archaeology class last week because i thought about her.
13. as funny as my drunk stories are, i hardly ever drink anymore. a couple of times a week at the very most, but i'll go weeks without anything. eh.
14. i want to move to amsterdam. badly. i just have too many loose ends here to tie up before i can go.
15. i dont like talking about my feelings. at all. half of the time, i dont even know what i'm feeling. i'm good at pushing them back down.
16. i have a shitty gpa. especially for somebody who is smarter than 90% of the people i go to school with. that's what'll happen when you get into a crappy relationship and go off the fucking deep end, i guess. (19/20 was a hard year for me.)
17. i used to be in therapy. i probably would still be, if my therapist hadnt died in a freak car accident. (she was standing on the side of the road with a flat tire, and someone hit her car, which hit her and killed her)
18. i have panic attacks. i worry a lot, and i get myself so worked up i cant calm down. i've passed out a couple of times. it's probably not a good thing. (this probably has something to do with the "not being able to express my feelings" thing. eh!)
19. my parents are still married. they've been married for 23 years, and have been together for 30.
20. my sister was born in on december 25, 1974. she died of leukemia on february 14, 1979. the tattoo i'm getting for my birthday is for her. (because of this, christmas and valentine's day have been fucking weird in my family).
the end! i'm going out to have a drink with my friend sarah, i think. eh.
1. i've been horseback riding since i was 9. i've only fallen off about 4 times, the last time being the worst (dislocated collar bone. good times.)
2. i've loved 3 people. that being said, i've only ever been loved back once (when i was 16. so does that even count?). i guess you could say i tend to love the wrong people.
3. i have 4 tattoos, and all of them are specific to an event or something really important to me. i'm getting tattooed again in a few weeks (finishing up the bottom half of my right sleeve)
4. i've been to cbgb 2 times. it's a weird place. i like it.
5. i've known my best friend since we were 5. i walked up to her in kindergarten and told her that she was going to be my new best friend. she was the only non-white person in our entire elementary school.
6. the town i'm from has a population less than 2,000.
7. i've never been farther away in the US than NYC, and i've never been to canada. however, i've been to England, The Netherlands, France, and Belgium.
8. i have a little brother who is almost 19. he got a scholarship to the university of rhode island. i miss him, even though we used to fight like cats and dogs when i was a kid.
9. i have a scar over my right eye from where i got hit in the head with a shovel when i was 9.
10. i started listening to punk rock when i was 12. the bouncing souls were (and still are) my favorite band. i went through a grrl rock phase in high school (i own the first bunch of donnas cds, and a couple by bratmobile and le tigre.)
11. my best friend (not the one i've had for 16 years) and i used to date. like, 4 years ago. we dont talk about it much because it draws unneccessary attention to the past. plus, having guys say "will you make out for us" gets really, really old. girls kissing, weee. get over it!
12. i miss my aunt every day. i think about her at weird times. i started crying in archaeology class last week because i thought about her.
13. as funny as my drunk stories are, i hardly ever drink anymore. a couple of times a week at the very most, but i'll go weeks without anything. eh.
14. i want to move to amsterdam. badly. i just have too many loose ends here to tie up before i can go.
15. i dont like talking about my feelings. at all. half of the time, i dont even know what i'm feeling. i'm good at pushing them back down.
16. i have a shitty gpa. especially for somebody who is smarter than 90% of the people i go to school with. that's what'll happen when you get into a crappy relationship and go off the fucking deep end, i guess. (19/20 was a hard year for me.)
17. i used to be in therapy. i probably would still be, if my therapist hadnt died in a freak car accident. (she was standing on the side of the road with a flat tire, and someone hit her car, which hit her and killed her)
18. i have panic attacks. i worry a lot, and i get myself so worked up i cant calm down. i've passed out a couple of times. it's probably not a good thing. (this probably has something to do with the "not being able to express my feelings" thing. eh!)
19. my parents are still married. they've been married for 23 years, and have been together for 30.
20. my sister was born in on december 25, 1974. she died of leukemia on february 14, 1979. the tattoo i'm getting for my birthday is for her. (because of this, christmas and valentine's day have been fucking weird in my family).
the end! i'm going out to have a drink with my friend sarah, i think. eh.
gotta respond to some of these:
#1. you went horseback riding and all you did was dislocate your collar bone?....i would say thats pretty good for you then....
#8. thats totally how it was with me and my sis, we're really good friends now but living together growing up we beat the shit out of each other
#11. hey will you two make out? thats hot!
#12. yeah...words won't justify what i am trying to relate...but yeah
#14. loose ends smoose shmends, can i come?
#15. yeah i know this
#17. this story alone makes me realize you have skipped over some really good stories-
craziest story ever, there has got to be some deep dark crazy meaning behind this
#18. please stop doing this
okay,
just had to respond in some way to this entry,
i liked it,
i think you need to redo this with new interesting facts every week!
won't that be fun?
hope you and sarah had fun,
talk to you later