all sure yall want me to fill this out? I tend to go over the top all the
time. Then again, my life ain't all that intrestin'. Alright, well, guess
I'll start at the beginning. Anyways, if yall hadn't guess, I'm a very
proud Texan, just thought I'd get that out right off the bat.
I was born on March
4th in Houston, Texas. The first thirteen years or so were rather
uneventful. I pretty much either lived with, near, or saw my grandpa and
uncle every other day or so up until I was thirteen. I am the oldest of
four and grew up with my uncle being like an older brother to me. When I
was three my parents split and I lived with my mom. Shortly after that my
brother was born.
Throughout that time I got through multiple injuries, being the extremely
accident prone person that I am. Of course, I was (uh, am) also extremely
stubborn and wouldn't let what I saw as a minor injury keep me from
playing outside, which leads me to where I am today, fallin' apart at
seventeen years old. Getting' kicked in the knee by a horse has messed up
my left knee pretty much and scarred me a bit. My brother and I probably
did dozens of crazy things that I can't remember any more.
My mom remarried a while later and when I was ten my baby sister was born.
About nine months later my baby brother was born, so that's where those
two come in. During the summer between seventh and eighth grade we moved
to LA. That was possibly the worst road trip ever. Nothing good can come
out of three adults, two kids, and two babies (with one adult being
somewhat injured) all crammed into a mini-van with some of our stuff for
four days! Needless to say, I officially hate road trips now.
A little while after we moved my dad moved out to Vegas so that he could
be closer to us, and it seems to be the perfect place for him as he's a
bartender. I lived in California for a little less than half a school
year. My brother and I moved in with my dad in my aunt' house in Las
Vegas, Nevada, five days after my fourteenth birthday. We stayed there for
a couple of weeks, going to school for five days before moving out and
changing schools again.
At the end of eighth grade I got into playin' spades and my dad registered
me in the online spades league he played with. I played with that league
for three years until, sadly, it died last April I guess, and all the
members split into different groups. Since then I haven't played the game,
guess kinda burnt out from playin' every day for three years.
Uh, found out didn't have enough credits to move onto high school at the
end of eighth grade, so spent a wonderful summer repeatin' seventh grade
English. The only good part of that was the week long vacation at the
beginning of my 9th grade year because they kicked me out for not having
taken the final test for the online course. It ended up being a good thin'
because I got stuck in Art - I got pretty much, the craziest teacher ever.
This year makes it four years of having the same crazy teacher throughout
all my high school years.
High school was pretty uneventful as well. I made the school softball team
freshman year after only playin' for two months. I sat on the bench most
the season though, mostly due to injuries. Same thin' happened sophomore
year as well with the softball team. Last year, summer of 07, I injured my
ankle pretty bad while helping my grandpa move. It is possibly the worst
thing that's happened to me. They thought I tore a ligament, didn't get to
the doctor until about eighth weeks after the injury, then didn't go
through physical therapy. They still don't know what's wrong. I re-injured
my ankle tryin' out for softball in my junior year. I had to go through a
lot more stuff for my ankle after that. I'm somewhat shocked I don't glow
in the dark after all the x-rays they took.
Year before last I got back into writin' when I was sick over winter
break. I pretty much sat at my desk and wrote a story. Of course it's
about an assassin. Ended up being fourty to fifty pages long, and right
now, since I don't have a first hour this year, I'm goin' into my creative
writin' classroom in the morning workin' on editin' it and seein' about
getting' my foot in the door somewhere before collage. If it works, cool,
if not, it was worth a shot. *shrugs* It helps bein' a second year
creative writin' student.
It was last year as
well that I got sucked into the Dream, on the RPG side of course. A couple
days later I moved over to the development side and jumped right into the
Bestiary and the vicious animals that are my favourite. Now, I'm sittin'
here writin' this. The 20th of September (08) will be one year on the RPG
side, and the 22nd of September (08) will be one year on the Development
side (dates of registered accounts). I find myself attached to this place
and I've already got a record of attachments. I guess writin' and
developin' is as good an addiction as ya gonna get. With fifteen character
and CD-modship on the RPG side of things and tons of spin-off entries to
be developed on that side thanks to my latest project, I don't see my
active status here changing in the near future.
Besides, who would keep the wolves, wargs, dogs, and bears that I'm
flooding the world with in check?