11:19 p.m. -
I guess I should start at the beginning. I was born.
More specifically, I was born on August 15, 1985 as the third child and first daughter of an upper middle class family living in Chicago.
That means I am17 at the time of writing. And yes, I do have two older brothers. Matt and I don’t really talk. Alex and I used to stick together so much that he would just talk for me. I didn’t seem to mind.
I attend a fairly competitive Catholic school If you are familiar with the Catholic schools in Chicagoland area, you probably can guess which one I attend by reading the entires. If you aren’t familiar with the Catholic schools in the Chicagoland area, telling you the name of my school probably wouldn’t do much
I have really bad depth perception, and I tend to bump into people, doors, and am unable to catch anything that’s thrown at me.
I fall asleep in a moving vehicle faster than I fall asleep in my own bed. Even if I don’t feel tired when I get into the car, I’m likely to nod off on the highway.
I don’t drive. I’m kind of scared to learn. Plus the squirrel noises my mother makes aren’t exactly encouraging.
According to my English teacher, I do not look like a Lou Reed fan.
I am a Lou Reed fan.
I honestly don’t think I have voyeuristic tendencies. Six years ago I was so private I wouldn’t tell my parents what I liked. Christmas lists mainly consisted of a watch, money, and some Stephen King books. And I didn’t even like Stephen King that much. My mother didn’t know that I watched Buffy until last year.
I have been obsessed with Buffy for the past five years.
I still hate telling people about myself. I will still tell small lies about myself; changing the facts just enough so that it isn’t really me.
I haven’t done that here. Honestly.
Despite how much I usually hate telling people about myself, I’m doing this. And keeping an online diary. I’m still trying to figure out how that works. Probably something about me trying to unconsciously prove that I can do this, to show how much I have changed in the past six years.
I have trouble thinking of endings.
an explanation - 2002-10-03
about me - 2002-10-02
take that, CTA - 2002-09-26
Giles. On a horse. Hee - 2002-09-25
