I'm feeling pretty scummy because I haven't had the time to do any of @rambo or @missy 's homework and theyve all been such great topics for blogs. I think this whole thing is a cool way to get everyone more active and excited about being active! So seeing as I must start somewhere, why not enlighten all you lovely people with 10 random facts about myself....so here goes...
1. I am a tattoo snob. But not the kind thats an asshole and will call you out on your shitty tattoos, but if you have them and are around me, just know I'm thinking terrible thoughts and probably calling your artist a scratcher. Its not my fault, my parents are tattoo snobs and my aunt owns a tattoo shop in California, I was basically raised with knowledge of tattoos so its natural for me to seek out the best work and hate the people stupid enough to let people scratch them lmao
2. Ive lived in....well lets just go through them....born in Nevada, moved to California, South Carolina, Georgia, back to SC, West Virginia, Illinois, and finally back to Nevada where I am now. Nothing beats the West Coast<3
3. I wasn't the typical outcast in high school as so many were, I was a jock/stoner for sure. Ive played basketball since I was 8, and picked up softball in high school (best decision I made). I was made fun of only so often, and it was usually for my weight, Ive always been tall and thick, even after 12 years of rigorous basketball training. While jock/ stoner would be the 80's classification of the labels I could have been given in high school, I really bounced around everywhere. I went to high school in Illinois in a very small town, only 290 kids in my graduating class. So I had friends who were cheerleaders, football players, "weirdos", pretty much anyone who wasnt a dick to me lol
4. I've been living on my own since I graduated high school, my parents drive tractor trailers and went on the road permanently 2 days after I graduated, so I've been basically 'free' ever since. (what parent leaves the summer after their child graduates? CAN YOU SAY PARTY?!)
5. Contrary to popular belief, because I'm just barely through my second semester of community college at age 22, I'm quite intelligent (not to toot my own horn or anything...(; ). I was constantly getting in trouble in school because on state tests/ standardized testing/ any test I scored very high but my grades were shit because I never cared enough to do homework. 98th percentile all through middle and high school. For those of you that don't know what that means, only 2% of the children in the U.S. also taking those particular tests were smarter than me. If my grades reflected my intelligence I would be finishing up at a 4 year university right now, because my test scores were through the roof for college testing. Never took my SAT's, but if you've lived in the midwest you'd know there's a test just as important called the ACT's in which I scored a 32/36 and was one of MAYBE 10 kids in my grade that got above a 30.
6. I've lost more friends than anyone should have to in my short 22 yrs of life. In 6th grade my best friend was killed, hit by a car. Never lost anyone else until my junior year, a group of my guy friends I considered brothers (they would spend the night at my house/vice versa never an issues with the parents cause we were just buds) got into a fight with an older friend of mine, ended up beating him nearly to death, and the next day at a softball game the older friend collided with someone, fell into a coma and died that night due to excessive head trauma. This was around the time I started developing terrible anxiety and would have daily panic attacks, life was a mess. Shortly after graduation another friend of mine was killed in a drunk driving accident (she was NOT drunk, the man that hit her was, and of course he walked away with just some scratches). As if all of that wasn't enough for someone, just a couple months later a wonderful beautiful girl I played basketball with and adored dearly committed suicide. I know this is heavy stuff, but I'm trying to really open up, especially on this site where I feel I can!
7. My entire family considers me to be the "Angel of Death". Macabre, I know. This has come about because, EVERY SINGLE family member that has died SINCE I WAS BORN, has been on their death bed when I visit them. Sometimes they were given months to live, sometimes just days, but no matter what, whenever I would visit, shortly after I left, my family members would pass. This sounds terrible, like if this happens always why would you continue visiting sick relative?! You must understand that all of them had been in hospis, and for lack of a better description, that's where you go to die. I've never looked at it as a negative, honestly. For me it was always peaceful, as if they were waiting to see me one last time to let go, as if I was there to tell them its okay, and they will be okay. List of family members this has happened with so you know I'm not shitting you, in chronological order. My great MiMi, I was just a few months old, mother took me to see her and she held me in her arms for hours, as soon as my mother took me into the other room, she passed. I WAS JUST A BABY! lol then my Big Poppy, I was about 10, he was in hospis, and things took a turn for the worst and the doctors gave him just days to hold on, my mom took me out of school and brought me there immediately. I stayed there for hours just holding his hand and crying, it was getting late and we had to leave. Just as were walking out his monitors go off, his time had come. Then my great grandma on my dads side. Had very far progressed Ahlzhiemer's (sp?) we traveled back to west virginia to spend a week at the house and to visit my grandma because we werent sure how much time she had, after we left, we got the call on the long drive home that she had passed in her sleep. I was about 13 then, and no other family members were ill until 2 1/2 years ago, my other great grandma was in remission from cancer. But it came back and it depleted her health so rapidly it seemed as if it was over night. I remember seeing her just months before she fell out of remission and by the time the cancer had come back she looked like a completely different person, cancer had transformed her body into a sickly shell of the woman she used to be. I was still living in IL at the time, and when she was taken to hospis I demanded to be flown out immediately to spend time with her and see her since I was still so far away. So two days later I fly into vegas and go straight to the hospis place from getting off the plane, literally straight there. I stayed there for as long as they would let me and went home around 8/9 oclock. We got the call the next morning that she had passed in her sleep, sometime estimated around 2 am. thats the most recent family member to pass and im hoping it stays like that for a long time. But I'm not shitting you, Angel of Death over here. OR maybe its just cause im the first born of the new generation of our family. WHO KNOWS. lol
8. Here's a short one, I'm obsessed with Mountain Dew. Don't ask me why. Pretty much the only soda I will drink.
9. I'm also obsessed with Gingers. I love redheads! Give me all the redheads!
10. I despise yet love the spelling of my real name at the same time. It has caused so much confusion and slight embarassement in my life... Kalah. go ahead, sound it out in your head. I bet you said something stupid like Kah-lah or Ku-LA, huh? NOPE. Its like *Kayla* Say it with me now, Kay....Luh. GOOD! hahaha
Sorry not sorry for the novel! Hope all my kittens actually take the time to read this, and I hope I didn't bore you!
Until next time, SG Land.
xoxoxo
