Is it possible to be anti-productive at work? Because I'm pretty sure I was today. And now I feel guilty. So, BELH.
Anyway, I think this will be an about me post. Although technically every post will be about me, since this is my blog and all. And no, this is not for people that don't know me, since strangers probably will not read this blog unless they like lame things. This is for me when I'm 80 and have forgotten what things were like before I was 24. The only contingency is that I still am able to read and stuff when I'm 80.
I grew up in a small town in Southern Illinois. When I was little, I was the kind of kid who played with dinosaurs and horses and books. My most favoritest toy was a stuffed stegosaurus named Spike. I also like to force the family cat Figaro to play with me. As a result, she would "slap me". I liked to put her in my toy shopping cart and hold her down and tote her around the house. My uncle John called me a ratty-haired bag lady when I would tote that cart around. He would also call me carrot stick legs. I called cats teows and horses deedoes. I couldn't say why, but it still makes sense in my brain. My best friend was Lindsey, and I'm pretty sure we became friends because we both liked cats. We still keep in touch to this day. When I was little, my brother Brandon and I didn't get along. He is six years older than me, so I was probably VERY annoying when we were younger. But in my defense, he would always break my shit! ha. We decided to get along when I was in 6th grade and he was a senior in high school. And we've been good since then.
When I was ten, I talked my mom into letting me start taking riding lessons. I think I was into English style riding from the get-go. I started out riding at Enterprise Farm, which was 20 minutes away from home. It was really a terrible barn and I didn't learn much, but I did learn how to fall off frequently. The trainer ended up getting in trouble later for inappropriateness that had to do with his two teenage stable girls. We had no idea that was going on, but in the end it wasn't a big surprise either. He was kinda creepy. After that, I followed another girl to a barn in Evansville that I actually learned some valuable riding technique from. But it was aimed more towards eventing, and I was just interested in dressage, so it wasn't a very good fit either. So, when I was in highschool I talked my dad into building a barn at the house and I bought an American Warmblood named Paloma from some people in Henderson, KY. They were from Germany, which is where dressage originated (I think). They ended up being really nice people and offered to give me riding lessons for cheap. I became friends with Heinz's daughter and we would have riding lesson sleepovers, and I would help out with the stalls and all that. When I went to college, I had to sell my horse because I didn't have time to ride or take care of her.
Ok, gonna backtrack a bit. I was an awkward kid in Jr. High. I had long ratty hair and huge glasses and was a total dork. Around this time, I would always play with my cousin who lived two house down from me in one direction, and the neighbor kids who lived a couple house up in the other direction. We would bike to each others houses and play The Oregon Trail on the computer and any other old-school games we could get our hands on. My cousin had cable, so that was pretty cool too. We would run around outside all summer too, playing with the neighbor's chickens in the coop and with whatever other critters that were around. I attempted to play volleyball in 7th grade, but quit before the first game. What can I say, I'm not a competitive person. I also was a cheerleader in 8th grade, I guess because I thought it would bring me glory and popularity. I tried to quit at the end of the season, but my dad wouldn't let me. I think this was when I started to figure things out, like how you can't please everybody all the time and popularity doesn't mean shit and how to not be a worrier. I wish I still remembered how to not worry, because nowadays I definitely do. Maybe that's just part of being a grown up (kinda).
I lost a bit of my dorkiness in 8th grade, but not much. I dated my first boyfriend starting in 8th grade. His name was Kyle and he was probably too old for me but he was nice so my parents let me date him. I was 14 at the time, and we dated for 2 years I think. I also met my best friend Hanna in 8th grade. We had some really great times, too, that I wish I could get into more but seeing as how this is a public blog, that is probably not a good idea. Lets see... I had a '98 black two door ford explorer when I was sixteen, and I loved it. It was four wheel drive and had a stick shift and it was the best thing ever. I actually pulled the horse trailer with it, and that was pretty hard to do. I dated my third boyfriend starting my junior year, and that one lasted 2.5 years. We broke up right before I went to college in C-dale.
I didn't like high school. I had great times with my close friends, of course, but overall I hated it.
I was a bit of a unique person in high school because I had my own perspective on things (still do), and I really wanted to meet people who were more like me. I knew there were bigger and better places for me out there (West Virginia? LOL), and I was impatient to get to those things. As a result, I have forgotten a lot of what went on in high school, because there are so many memories that I just didn't give an eff about remembering.
So, that's a bit of my life prior to the college experience. I'll get into that sometime, probably, but not right now. There are actually a lot of things I WANT to remember from college, and hopefully I'll be able to jot down those memories on here before they are gone.
