All About Me




Hello, I was just thinking that you might think that I was having a rough life from what I said in my poems. Well, no, just a rough time. That was a while ago though, and things are a lot better now. But, since you're here, you might as well learn a little bit about me.

8/23/99

Well, to start off, I'm 18 years old. I have a little sister named Jessie, and sort of three dogs, but I won't get into that now. I love my family and miss them very much. Right now I'm going to a college that is about six hours away from where I live.

My sister is sixteen years old and can be a real snob some times, but when I need her, she's always there. She loves to sing and has a beautiful voice; someday you'll hear her on the radio. She's the type of person who isn't afraid of anything, except maybe asking guys out on a date. She's loud and not afraid to speak her mind, and I'm so very proud of her.

My mom and dad are currently getting a divorce. I don't want to talk too much about that, because they most likely will see this and wouldn't appreciate that. My dad works in construction and just recently got his own business. It's called A.M. Excavating; "We get there early." That's their slogan, cute, huh. Look them up, they do very good work. My mom works at Chrysler, on the assembly line. I love my parents both very much. I hope that they both know that.

My dogs, hmm. Well, there's Cupcake, the oldest. She's almost, if not, all black Labrador retriever. I'm not sure exactly how old she is, about 7 or 8, I think, my sister would know. Cupcake is the picture perfect lab. Then there's Abby. She's my little baby. She's mostly malamute, with a little bit of mutt in her, not quite sure what. She's about 5 or 6. Picture a fluffy roly-poly black dog. We got her from our neighbors when she was really little, I use to lay her on my stomach and sing her to sleep every night. Now she's too big. *sigh* They grow up so fast. Then there was Atlas. I picked him out at the mall. We named him Atlas for two reasons. One, I like mythology (obviously), and two, the first thing that he did when he got into my dad's truck was chew the map. But my dad gave him to a friend. He says that I can go visit him whenever I want, but I haven't been able to see him since dad gave him away. My sister was so mad, my dad didn't even tell us. We found out the next time we went over there and Jessie asked where Atlas was. We would have gladly taken him; all he had to do was ask. But anyway, it's ok. Atlas has too much energy and now he gets to run on a big farm, so that's good.

I wonder if anyone will actually read this far. My life isn't THAT interesting.

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My friends, well the only friends that I actually hang out with are Diane, Amy, and Terri, there's Nate too, but he'll get his own paragraph in a minute. Diane probably knows me the best, but I know that they'll all always be there if I need any of them. I can tell them anything, and do even when I shouldn't. All of them are very different, but I would trust anyone of them with my life.

Hmm, Nate, what can I say about him that isn't summed up in I love him. Nate is my boyfriend, for anyone who didn't catch that. He's currently moving to a city two hours past where I live. So, to see him, it's at least an eight-hour drive, and the fact that I have no car makes it seem even further. I haven't seen him for over a week and I miss him very much, he was my life. We didn't even get to say good-bye. And he's probably going to read this, hmm, should I hold back? Nah. Let me just say, "Hi Hone', I miss you, hope to see you soon" Okay, now that that's out of my system. Next year I'm transferring to a closer college, hopefully the one that's in the city where he's moved to. He's not like anyone that I've ever met. He's not afraid to do anything, and he's never lied to me. That in it's self, means so much to me. Oh and his eyes, they're to die for. They are so deep, and blue, and honest. He speaks through his eyes; they hold so much emotion. And he has this puppy dog face that he makes, and I just melt, it's so sweet. I love the way he always complains about being blind because his bangs get in the way; it's so cute. He looks at life in a way that I never even thought of, I like that, he makes me think. Hmm, I have this problem, once I start talking about him I just can't stop. Well, I'll try. I just want to say that he is my best friend. (I just hope that Terri, Amy, and especially Diane, doesn't read this. hehe)
Hmm, that's about it. Oh, I'm going to school to be a teacher. I've always wanted to, ever since I can remember, and in the past few days, I've really had to think about why I wanted to. My second grade teacher, Miss Wells I think it was, is the main reason. She had such an impact on me; I loved going to her class. Can you believe that? I wanted to go to school. That's how great of a teacher she was. I wanted to be just like her. Can you imagine what the world would be like if all of the teachers were like her? Every student would want to go to class. Well, maybe that's a little much. But if I could be half of the teacher that she was, I would still be a great teacher. I only wish that she could know how much of an impact that she had on me. But that's what I want to be, a teacher. Probably in middle school math, or high school freshman pre-algebra. We'll see what happens.
Well, that's about it. Thank you if you've actually read to the bottom here. You should get a prize; sorry I don't have anything. Unless... If you're a philosophical sort of person, then look at it this way: The more people that you meet in life, the fuller your life is, thank you for letting me help you be one more person richer. And remember; life is only a challenge if you let it be.

10/17/99

Hi there again. I just got bored and thought that I'd update all of those millions of people out there who check my page everyday to see if I've written anything new. Yeah, right, you say. Well, If you're reading this, then odds are that some one else is too, so HA. Hehehe. Anyway...so, my life. Prepare yourself, this is like my journal, so it may get a little crazy. If you know me personally, please don't be offended by what I'm saying, but if you are, then don't read it.

I'm currently at NWMSU. It's a beautiful school, and it's making me sick. It's not a bad school, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just that my life conflicts with this particular college right now. Nate and I made it until last Saturday. The distance was just too much. He's always working, and I've joined a sorority and that takes up a lot of time. We just can't base our relationship on phone tag. That's what I have to tell myself, over and over again. Eventually I will believe it. I know that he loves me, but I guess for him, that's not enough. He always says, "I'm not worried about us being together now, because I know that we'll be together in the end." I like that, and I believe him.

It's odd, I've hardly dated at all, and yet, sometimes I feel like he's the one that needs time to learn. Everyone says, "Oh, he's not like other guys" about their boyfriend, right? Well, Nate really isn't, he isn't like anyone else that I've ever met. He's different, he's special, and I miss him so much. He grew up a lot different from most people, he thinks differently, he acts differently, and he almost NEVER gets mad. He has this problem where he never tells me how he feels; he has trouble opening up. (As I'm hearing, LOTS of guys have this problem.) When we sit and talk face to face, which used to be all of the time before I had to come here, he can open up, but there's no way that that will happen on the phone.

We've always had a hard relationship, my sister refuses to have anything to do with him, my best friend Diane doesn't trust him, and my ex-good-friend Kate thought that she could steal him. (On a homicidal note, Kate has transferred to the college that is ten minutes from Nate's house, e-mailed him and asked him if he's started dating yet. I've been guaranteed that there is no way IN HELL that they will be together, but for some reason, I still fell like KICKING HER ASS!) *sigh* But I trust him, and trust that he hasn't lied to me.

I just wish that I could still talk to him. He said that he wants to stay in touch, he wants to stay friends, but if he didn't have time for me as a girlfriend, then there's no way that he'll have time for my as just a friend. I guess that's what e-mail is for, right?

12/19/99

Hi! It's been a while, again...hehehe. Nate and I just got back together....again. I have a feeling that we'll probably break up and get back together one more time before I get to SMS. He says that he's dated a few people and that it's just not worth it. I just think that in a few months the distance is going to get to him again. I'm getting a car, and that should help and if he ever gets his lisence, that will help too. I haven't seen him in three months and I miss him sooooo much. I went to visit him a week ago, but I could only stay for an hour, but soon he'll be here. He's going to stay in town for a week to visit and I can't wait. It's driving me crazy, being so close to him and still so far away, I mean, I've come six hours, what's three more, right? Wrong, apparently without a car it's a lot. But enough about that.

Guess what! Diane is going to be my roommate next year. Isn't that awesome, I can't wait. I'll be in college with my best friend and my honey and still be only three hours from my home. YEAH!!! Amy is going to Southeast, though. I guess ya can't have it all. We'll just have to take a lot of road trips then, huh.

CHRISTMAS IS ALMOST HERE, and all I keep thinking about is Nate. One week, that's all I have to wait, one week, I'm not sure if I can make it, I think that I'm going to explode or go insane or something..... : ) Nahh, I'll live...I guess.... Anyways, I should go now, if anything exciting actually happens in my life, I'll let ya know.....

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