This is Me.
BREAKING NEWS:
Main Entry:
blog
Part of Speech:
noun
Definition:
an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page; also called Weblog, Web log
Example:
Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality of the author.
Etymology:
shortened form of Weblog
Usage:
blog, blogged, blogging v, blogger n
Source: Webster's New Millennium™ Dictionary of English, Preview Edition (v 0.9.5)Copyright © 2003, 2004 Lexico Publishing Group, LLC
So, that answers THAT question.
Ok, so I've been thinking lately. Well, I THINK all the time, and yes, sometimes I do hurt myself...but anyway. I was thinking that this would be a good time to kind of make an introduction of myself... for those of you whom I might take for granted knowing ...really...who you're dealing with...
I grew up in an upper-middle class family and suburb on the Northshore. Until my Senior year in highschool, I attended Catholic School. My parents are divorced, and I grew up around alcoholism and drug addiction. This sounds scarier than it actually was. My parents both loved me very much and for those playing along at home...I was 7 going on 8 when my mother was my age. 29. My dad was 31. I can't imagine having a 3rd and a 5th grader (my older brother) right now. I can barely take care of my cat. So, there's A LOT of forgiveness there for whatever mistakes they made...after a whole bunch of therapy.
Anyway, Had my first beer when I was 14. First time I puked while drunk, 15. First time I smoked pot, 14. First time I tripped on acid, 17 at my first Grateful Dead show. Said goodbye to my virginity when I was 17...a full year after I started dating my first serious boyfriend... remember waiting that long girls?? My Senior Year in High School saw me two B's away from straight A's. Those 2 B's were breaks I gave myself because I hated those classes.
Went to a Big 10 school for 2 years and then came home because I was lonely for my family and my friends. Graduated from a small local university with a 3.58 GPA.
My 20's have been my searching years. Trying to figure out who the hell I am. I've learned a couple of things. 1. I learned and continue to believe That I am a Powerful, Expressive, Courageous, and Limitless Woman and 2. That my purpose is to create a nurturing world where people communicate with, respect, and love one another. 3. Being a grown-up is fucking hard.
A -f'in-men.
I wonder what the next 30 years is gonna be like...
T minus 50 days til the big day!
Main Entry:
blog
Part of Speech:
noun
Definition:
an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page; also called Weblog, Web log
Example:
Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality of the author.
Etymology:
shortened form of Weblog
Usage:
blog, blogged, blogging v, blogger n
Source: Webster's New Millennium™ Dictionary of English, Preview Edition (v 0.9.5)Copyright © 2003, 2004 Lexico Publishing Group, LLC
So, that answers THAT question.
Ok, so I've been thinking lately. Well, I THINK all the time, and yes, sometimes I do hurt myself...but anyway. I was thinking that this would be a good time to kind of make an introduction of myself... for those of you whom I might take for granted knowing ...really...who you're dealing with...
I grew up in an upper-middle class family and suburb on the Northshore. Until my Senior year in highschool, I attended Catholic School. My parents are divorced, and I grew up around alcoholism and drug addiction. This sounds scarier than it actually was. My parents both loved me very much and for those playing along at home...I was 7 going on 8 when my mother was my age. 29. My dad was 31. I can't imagine having a 3rd and a 5th grader (my older brother) right now. I can barely take care of my cat. So, there's A LOT of forgiveness there for whatever mistakes they made...after a whole bunch of therapy.
Anyway, Had my first beer when I was 14. First time I puked while drunk, 15. First time I smoked pot, 14. First time I tripped on acid, 17 at my first Grateful Dead show. Said goodbye to my virginity when I was 17...a full year after I started dating my first serious boyfriend... remember waiting that long girls?? My Senior Year in High School saw me two B's away from straight A's. Those 2 B's were breaks I gave myself because I hated those classes.
Went to a Big 10 school for 2 years and then came home because I was lonely for my family and my friends. Graduated from a small local university with a 3.58 GPA.
My 20's have been my searching years. Trying to figure out who the hell I am. I've learned a couple of things. 1. I learned and continue to believe That I am a Powerful, Expressive, Courageous, and Limitless Woman and 2. That my purpose is to create a nurturing world where people communicate with, respect, and love one another. 3. Being a grown-up is fucking hard.
A -f'in-men.
I wonder what the next 30 years is gonna be like...
T minus 50 days til the big day!
posted by LC Greenwood at 11:28 AM
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