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Created on 2005-04-11 05:40:29 (#6759299), last updated 2005-09-27
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Basic Info| Name: | Daisy Mae |
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Bio~*~ some sweetly indulgant digressions of my ego ~*~
* As of this moment I am 17 years old. A good objective number, I suppose. My curfew extension strategy was mentioning that staying out an extra hour was pretty insignificant, considering that the state deemed me eligible for capitol punishment. Almost clever until my recent arrest. I am not looking forward to being 18; onward to wrinkles and mortgages!
* My name is not Daisy Mae. I know that this won't ever matter to you. My reputation generally precedes me and for those out there who cannot relate I am telling you now that you are blessed. Truly and sweetly blessed. So, I've manifested my useless and equally ubiquitous angst into an alias. Wow. Sounds pitiful in black and white.
* Where I live is comparable to most other suburban places to live.
* My mother is nuerotic and childish. She drinks everyday and I can't even tell whatever else influences her "moods" these days. Sometimes she hurts my animals, but it rarely comes to that.
* I've come freshly out of high school and gone into a local junior college. School wasn't hard for me but that only engorged my immature need to "beat the system," so I have a subpar attendance record and GPA to match, but two years of college credits on my transcripts. In social settings people either label me naive and ditsy or an intellectual. I am, unfortunately, neither.
* I lack a lot of social skills, which I've been trying to curve recently. So far I've acquired somewhere upwards of 50 life-long enemies, not including those vicarious by way of affiliation.
* I value nutrition and for four years refrained from animal products quite successfully. I've fallen off of the bandwagon, due in part to an iron deficiency and also inconvenience, but I've retained my beliefs regarding the rights of animals and the benefits of oraganic farm-raised food given the oppurtunity to graze, socialize, and excercise. Your first glimpse into my hippocracy.
* I find introspection absolutely essential to lead a fulfilling and meaningful life. It's important to look into yourself a few layers deeper than "I don't like cloudy weather," or "My stomach hurts today."
* I know that there is a reason behind everything. By that I don't insinuate that that "things always work out," I mean that all events prior lead to the next second. Elementary though it may be, people tend to objectify everything, especially our faults, and never take into consideration reasons behind motives. Apathy and boredom will destroy us all, I'm sure of it.
* My father has a beautiful family out of the state. He loves me very much but his wife has always hated that. When I go there I am permitted to use only that which is my mine or my fathers, including food, shampoo, the washer and dryer, and the computer. If I move clean dishes in the cupboards she'll soak them in hot water.
* I generally admitt my faults and will readily apologize but thus far have been met only with suspiscion as a result. Makes effort seem pointless, that is probably where the others got their jaded demeanors.
* I speant about six years of my life adjusting to one amphetemine cocktail or another, generally fluctuating doses of ritalin or adderral. This was about five until eleven. I had some problems with counting things and reducing everything in my life to base methodical systems in order to clarify and therefore better inerpret the world. I kept to myself but I wasn't "the quiet type" until I came off of the medication. School life heretofore had been a series of loud expulsions and alienations but during middle school I put on a lot of weight and withdrew entirely into myself. I hadn't had many friends at this point, but neither had I wanted them. I thank my Pooka for drawing me out of my shell and keeping at it. This was the beginning of my acquirition of social skills. But for some reason, I have been rendered literally nearly incapable of processing even simple math.
* I'm not ugly or pretty but most of my physical features, especially my face, are unbalanced and lack a noticeable amount of symetry. From the neck down I'm of an average build by am also totally amorphous. Clothes never fit me correctly. Because of these things I am damn near constantly putting my hair up or down, adjusting my clothing, or changing entirely.
* There is more, believe it or not, but later.
* As of this moment I am 17 years old. A good objective number, I suppose. My curfew extension strategy was mentioning that staying out an extra hour was pretty insignificant, considering that the state deemed me eligible for capitol punishment. Almost clever until my recent arrest. I am not looking forward to being 18; onward to wrinkles and mortgages!
* My name is not Daisy Mae. I know that this won't ever matter to you. My reputation generally precedes me and for those out there who cannot relate I am telling you now that you are blessed. Truly and sweetly blessed. So, I've manifested my useless and equally ubiquitous angst into an alias. Wow. Sounds pitiful in black and white.
* Where I live is comparable to most other suburban places to live.
* My mother is nuerotic and childish. She drinks everyday and I can't even tell whatever else influences her "moods" these days. Sometimes she hurts my animals, but it rarely comes to that.
* I've come freshly out of high school and gone into a local junior college. School wasn't hard for me but that only engorged my immature need to "beat the system," so I have a subpar attendance record and GPA to match, but two years of college credits on my transcripts. In social settings people either label me naive and ditsy or an intellectual. I am, unfortunately, neither.
* I lack a lot of social skills, which I've been trying to curve recently. So far I've acquired somewhere upwards of 50 life-long enemies, not including those vicarious by way of affiliation.
* I value nutrition and for four years refrained from animal products quite successfully. I've fallen off of the bandwagon, due in part to an iron deficiency and also inconvenience, but I've retained my beliefs regarding the rights of animals and the benefits of oraganic farm-raised food given the oppurtunity to graze, socialize, and excercise. Your first glimpse into my hippocracy.
* I find introspection absolutely essential to lead a fulfilling and meaningful life. It's important to look into yourself a few layers deeper than "I don't like cloudy weather," or "My stomach hurts today."
* I know that there is a reason behind everything. By that I don't insinuate that that "things always work out," I mean that all events prior lead to the next second. Elementary though it may be, people tend to objectify everything, especially our faults, and never take into consideration reasons behind motives. Apathy and boredom will destroy us all, I'm sure of it.
* My father has a beautiful family out of the state. He loves me very much but his wife has always hated that. When I go there I am permitted to use only that which is my mine or my fathers, including food, shampoo, the washer and dryer, and the computer. If I move clean dishes in the cupboards she'll soak them in hot water.
* I generally admitt my faults and will readily apologize but thus far have been met only with suspiscion as a result. Makes effort seem pointless, that is probably where the others got their jaded demeanors.
* I speant about six years of my life adjusting to one amphetemine cocktail or another, generally fluctuating doses of ritalin or adderral. This was about five until eleven. I had some problems with counting things and reducing everything in my life to base methodical systems in order to clarify and therefore better inerpret the world. I kept to myself but I wasn't "the quiet type" until I came off of the medication. School life heretofore had been a series of loud expulsions and alienations but during middle school I put on a lot of weight and withdrew entirely into myself. I hadn't had many friends at this point, but neither had I wanted them. I thank my Pooka for drawing me out of my shell and keeping at it. This was the beginning of my acquirition of social skills. But for some reason, I have been rendered literally nearly incapable of processing even simple math.
* I'm not ugly or pretty but most of my physical features, especially my face, are unbalanced and lack a noticeable amount of symetry. From the neck down I'm of an average build by am also totally amorphous. Clothes never fit me correctly. Because of these things I am damn near constantly putting my hair up or down, adjusting my clothing, or changing entirely.
* There is more, believe it or not, but later.
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