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Sun Dec 1 2002 at 20:03:34 (14.9 years ago )
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Thu Jul 10 2003 at 13:53:02 (14.3 years ago )
level / experience
1 (Initiate)
mission drive within everything
Be Remembered.
specialties
cheerleading, dance, drama, choir, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah, it's not like people are going to read this anyways... i'm probably just talking to myself right now... which is kind of, well, insane, but that's just me.
school/company
The Asteroid Belt
motto
Life is like a carbon monoxide detector. Think about it.
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Me: Uncensored

Being on stage has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. The lights, the makeup, the jitters, the whoosh…ok, well there’s actually no whoosh, I just made that part up. So anyways, the stage. I love to perform. Dance, drama, choir, whatever! I’m sure this comes as a great surprise to everyone, but I love being in the spotlight. And in fact, I love attention so much that I’d like to tell you all about the most important subject in my world… me! Yep, I’m going to tell you all about myself. Boring? Yes. Conceited? Of course. See, you’re learning about me already!
I was born on September 8, 1987. I’m not sure what time, or which day of the week. My mom isn’t sure either, but that’s beside the point. I had a happy childhood. At least I think I had a happy childhood. I don’t really remember much, that’s just what my mom tells me. I went to kindergarten and 1st grade at Isham Memorial Elementary School. Then my mom decided that I was “more intelligent” than the other children, so she sent me to Our Lady of the Elms.
Ahh… the good ol’ days at OLE… I have a ton of great stories from my years there. Unfortunately they’re all too embarrassing to tell. You see, the teachers thought I was crazy. I was very popular with the other little girls, but my teachers thought I needed professional help. Literally. By the end of 3rd grade I was forced to see the school counselor regularly. Imagine that. Me seeing a shrink. Hah! I remember very little of my “counseling” sessions except for that I got candy and cookies and my friends were all jealous.
At the end of 5th grade, my parents (my mom, actually) decided that the Elms was “too expensive.” So, in 6th grade, I went to Central Middle School. I hated 6th grade, absolutely hated it. You see, for some odd, unknown reason I wanted to be popular. And for some odd, unknown reason, I wasn’t. It’s a sore subject so I’m not going to say much about it. I will only say that I had Mr. Turbett. He was a great teacher. Especially when he was cursing and hitting things. But really, he was awesome.
7th grade. One of the happiest years of my life. That was when it all started to happen. Middle school Show Choir, Peter Rabbit, math class with Mr. Kreider (who let us do anything, even cheat! I mean, umm… he let us work together on classroom assignments…) Yes, those were the days. My self-esteem skyrocketed, and it was then that I started to become the…highly confident person I am today.
8th grade. This year is kind of confusing. Not that that’s unusual. You see, the thing is, in my little brain, this year is like two years. One year at the old middle school and one at the new. The first “year” ended right before Christmas Break and the second started right where that one left off. It’s weird how that happens, but everything just seemed totally different at the new building. I have yet to sort out the confusion.
Which brings me to this year. Freshman year. The defining moment in one’s high school career. Sort of. They say that everything changes when you get to high school, and that is definitely true. Some of these changes have been for the better. Some… well, not all of them have been for the better. I, myself , have changed a lot this year. I have grown more talented, more intelligent, more beautiful, more… well you get the picture.
My life, although not the most interesting of lives, is important in it’s own small way. As it is on stage, even the lowliest extra is an important part of the whole. Not that I’m a lowly extra. I’d like to think of myself as more of a prima donna. But whatever you may think, I am still me. That is something that no one can take away. Not that they’d want to. So, in conclusion, I’d like to leave you with a thought. Each person in this world is unique. Everyone has their own ideas, their own thoughts, their own being to contribute to the whole. What a great world this would be if we were all true to ourselves every moment of every day. Unedited. Unrestricted. Uncensored.