A brief history of my life.
There are a lot of cute questionarres and surveys out there that are 70% for the satisfaction of the surveyed and 30% for the satisfaction of the readers. The fact is, they're just tools for the surveyed to find out who they really are. And these little quizzes are pretty inaccurate because they only deal with a few random splotches of their being. I think people read them because they want to find out things about these people, and they can easily see a rough composite of what the person is like. I didn't want to take one of these quizzes, but I wanted to find out who I was. And I think a lot of people are pretty curious too. This is a brief history of my life. Of course, as is customary in the Livejournal system, feel free to use this idea in your own livejournal.
My name is Trevor Wilson. I was born December 30th, 1986, in probably Providence RI to my parents Judith Wilson and Dana Wilson. I grew up in a house that my father built a year before I was born. It's where I live now. Rehoboth. I have two brothers. My oldest brother, Nicholas, is... I think... 23 years old now, and Stuart is about to turn 21. Sometime when I was a young infant, I developed a rare disease called Kowasaki Syndrome, which is really rare but occurs in batches; there's another kid in DR who had it. It has something to do with the heart, I'm not really sure. It kills 10% of those infected, so I'm happy about getting through that; though I don't remember it.
My best friend throughout most of my childhood was Nick Jarjoura, whose mother had reared three boys of comparitable age of my mother's three boys. Me and nick, as kids, probably played with sand and tried to eat things. Later on, as we reached the "i can think" years, we moved onto legos. Even later on, we moved onto Anime. Even later on, we moved onto Daylilies. These subjects will all be enriched.
My mother and father divorced when I was... I'd say... around 4 to 6 years old. I remember waking up to see my grandmother shouting in my mother's room. I was very, very confused. A vague recollection of saying goodbye to my father on the concrete slab stairway outside the main door. I remember a camping trip my mother took us on, which turned out pretty bad and we ended up camping out in our backyard with Glen Guitarri, a nice neighbor who my mother had befriended during her divorce. I threw up on Lucky Charms in that camping trip, and haven't eaten them since. A vague recollection of a day care center at Roger Williams where my mother took classes to be a better certified nurse. I remember making pumpkins out of construction paper, the pond that was supposedly made by the footprint of a giant dinasaur, and donating Candyland.
I didn't go to the high school's preschool system, as there wasn't enough room. I ended up going to the local library where they had a story hour. These were probably my happiest years. The members of the group, which still hang out sometimes even now, are something like... Ross B., Nick J., Iain W., Me, Kerin M, Ryan S., Meri S., and others. A vague recollection of Nick's mom taking us there and back, and sometimes to the bakery to get a treat. We must have been fat kids.
Kindergarten-Grade 3 were hazy years. Went to Disney world. My father was living in an apartment above my grandmother's garage. Visited him every other weekend. Were the most interesting nights, and extremely fun. Sometime around now I took up lessons with an old lady who taught piano like an old lady.
4th grade- Almost feinted during puberty talks. Developed crushes on Tina Arieta, Willa Vanonstrond. Fought against The Man, who was, at the time, Mr. Neilson, my teacher. I think about this time, my father started building his current house in Swansea. The thing that comes to memory the most striking is the green shindling. It's a very beautiful house. Continued to visit. Nick, who would have been a sophomore at this time, plays NIN very loud in the room next door. I didn't realize I was listening until I recently played the cds and knew them by heart.
Middle school was awkward at best. I think... not sure... my mother might have started dating my stepfather Tom when I was in 7th grade. That seems so long ago. Went to YMCA camp. I hate camp. With a passion. The counselors were pure evil. During the summer I'd usually go to Matunuck, which is where my grandmother has a cabin. The people there are nice, but I've always been intimidated because I can't seem to act cool down there.
I sort of decided I was going to be a weirdo in eight grade in did weird things. I got into polka. I got into wearing weird clothes. I was treasurer of the student council, and me, Ryan S., Iain, and Dan Beck were the rest of the executive board. It was tremendous. We were all very close. Dan was my best friend at this point. Mr. Kelly did a very good job teaching us the things we needed to know. I dated two very nice girls that were a little older than me but didn't seem to mind. They probably wouldn't want me mentioning their names. That summer I went to PCC. It was pretty horrible. I hate 12-14 year olds, usually. I hate camp. With a passion. I think it was at this point my mother got married to my stepfather, Tom.
Freshman year of high school, I rode the coattails of my brother Stuart, who most everyone knew. I also rain cross country, which would become a big part of me. I was nice to everyone, and everyone was nice to me. I met very interesting people, some not so interesting people, some really mean people, some really nice people. I learned a lot. A lot. I know the smell of being a freshman. You smell it coming in from the small courtyard towards the big courtyard. That hallway. I think I can smell it now. I ran spring track and did alright. And the crush on Rory. We couldn't forget that. I think this year my father married my stepmother, Geanette, who has a daughter Tatiana whose a few years younger than me. They're very nice. That summer, I went to the beach with Jess, Steve, and Jill a few times. It was a really good experience. I released a few albums during this time period, all of which were pretty ridiculous.
Sophomore year I developed a startlingly powerful crush on Kerin McCauley. She's my best friend now, really. I had known her all my life, I don't know why it took so long to realize she was bound to be a great friend. I started playing shows. My personality sort of settled. I've become basically what you know today. Whatever the hell that is. I was still very good in school. I socked it to Miss Mccabe. I lost a very dear friend, Nudgie. That summer I spent working at Tranquil Lake, which were some of the best times I've ever known. I was working all day at this hard labor, which I really enjoy actually, and then right afterwards, I would run with the cross country team. It was intensely wonderful. Then the school year started for Junior year.
XC was a very eventful ride. I did some good things. We had a great team. November 4th, I had a very good race, got my drivers liscene, and got a date with a nice girl. A few weeks later, the season was over, my clutch broke, and me and the girl weren't dating, but that's ok. Then there was a very interesting night, december the 22nd, which i'd really not like to get into. At least give me that.
This winter was a cold one. I released Lions, Sheep, and Trains. Well... I wasn't always too chipper, but that's ok. School basically drove me to the depths of insanity. I'm now a comfortable C+ / B- student. I really let myself go. I don't want to go to college. I'm afraid of the future. I want to go across the country in a car and drive off a cliff once I've told somebody about everything I saw. Kate has become a wonderful friend to me and is really the reason I wake up to go to school in the morning.
Some tidbits you'd expect to find in a normal questionnare.
My middle name is alexander. I'm 17. I have two cats, Nikki and Sam. My favorite color is brown. I like girls. I have brown hair, blue eyes. I break the law driving a lot; I don't have my car inspected, I've driven people under the age of 18, I've driven past midnight... all at the same time. Two days ago. I drive a subaru outback legacy (my mom's old car). I want to be a rockstar. My favorite song (right now) is Plus Minus - I Sleep Forever. I've never smoked pot, and deep down inside, i kind of want to. I've never drank more than a glass of alcohol. Never done any drugs. My favorite food is tater tots. My heros are Stuart Wilson and Will Brierly.
Some tidbits you wouldn't expect to find in a normal questionarre.
I hate authority figures. I miss my brother nick so much. I wish I didn't notice that black people were black people before I noticed their smile or their nice shoes. I like helping people. I hate the smell of feces. I enjoy unclogging drains manually. I wish I were a real artist. I secretly want pity. From everyone.
That's the story of my life.
My name is Trevor Wilson. I was born December 30th, 1986, in probably Providence RI to my parents Judith Wilson and Dana Wilson. I grew up in a house that my father built a year before I was born. It's where I live now. Rehoboth. I have two brothers. My oldest brother, Nicholas, is... I think... 23 years old now, and Stuart is about to turn 21. Sometime when I was a young infant, I developed a rare disease called Kowasaki Syndrome, which is really rare but occurs in batches; there's another kid in DR who had it. It has something to do with the heart, I'm not really sure. It kills 10% of those infected, so I'm happy about getting through that; though I don't remember it.
My best friend throughout most of my childhood was Nick Jarjoura, whose mother had reared three boys of comparitable age of my mother's three boys. Me and nick, as kids, probably played with sand and tried to eat things. Later on, as we reached the "i can think" years, we moved onto legos. Even later on, we moved onto Anime. Even later on, we moved onto Daylilies. These subjects will all be enriched.
My mother and father divorced when I was... I'd say... around 4 to 6 years old. I remember waking up to see my grandmother shouting in my mother's room. I was very, very confused. A vague recollection of saying goodbye to my father on the concrete slab stairway outside the main door. I remember a camping trip my mother took us on, which turned out pretty bad and we ended up camping out in our backyard with Glen Guitarri, a nice neighbor who my mother had befriended during her divorce. I threw up on Lucky Charms in that camping trip, and haven't eaten them since. A vague recollection of a day care center at Roger Williams where my mother took classes to be a better certified nurse. I remember making pumpkins out of construction paper, the pond that was supposedly made by the footprint of a giant dinasaur, and donating Candyland.
I didn't go to the high school's preschool system, as there wasn't enough room. I ended up going to the local library where they had a story hour. These were probably my happiest years. The members of the group, which still hang out sometimes even now, are something like... Ross B., Nick J., Iain W., Me, Kerin M, Ryan S., Meri S., and others. A vague recollection of Nick's mom taking us there and back, and sometimes to the bakery to get a treat. We must have been fat kids.
Kindergarten-Grade 3 were hazy years. Went to Disney world. My father was living in an apartment above my grandmother's garage. Visited him every other weekend. Were the most interesting nights, and extremely fun. Sometime around now I took up lessons with an old lady who taught piano like an old lady.
4th grade- Almost feinted during puberty talks. Developed crushes on Tina Arieta, Willa Vanonstrond. Fought against The Man, who was, at the time, Mr. Neilson, my teacher. I think about this time, my father started building his current house in Swansea. The thing that comes to memory the most striking is the green shindling. It's a very beautiful house. Continued to visit. Nick, who would have been a sophomore at this time, plays NIN very loud in the room next door. I didn't realize I was listening until I recently played the cds and knew them by heart.
Middle school was awkward at best. I think... not sure... my mother might have started dating my stepfather Tom when I was in 7th grade. That seems so long ago. Went to YMCA camp. I hate camp. With a passion. The counselors were pure evil. During the summer I'd usually go to Matunuck, which is where my grandmother has a cabin. The people there are nice, but I've always been intimidated because I can't seem to act cool down there.
I sort of decided I was going to be a weirdo in eight grade in did weird things. I got into polka. I got into wearing weird clothes. I was treasurer of the student council, and me, Ryan S., Iain, and Dan Beck were the rest of the executive board. It was tremendous. We were all very close. Dan was my best friend at this point. Mr. Kelly did a very good job teaching us the things we needed to know. I dated two very nice girls that were a little older than me but didn't seem to mind. They probably wouldn't want me mentioning their names. That summer I went to PCC. It was pretty horrible. I hate 12-14 year olds, usually. I hate camp. With a passion. I think it was at this point my mother got married to my stepfather, Tom.
Freshman year of high school, I rode the coattails of my brother Stuart, who most everyone knew. I also rain cross country, which would become a big part of me. I was nice to everyone, and everyone was nice to me. I met very interesting people, some not so interesting people, some really mean people, some really nice people. I learned a lot. A lot. I know the smell of being a freshman. You smell it coming in from the small courtyard towards the big courtyard. That hallway. I think I can smell it now. I ran spring track and did alright. And the crush on Rory. We couldn't forget that. I think this year my father married my stepmother, Geanette, who has a daughter Tatiana whose a few years younger than me. They're very nice. That summer, I went to the beach with Jess, Steve, and Jill a few times. It was a really good experience. I released a few albums during this time period, all of which were pretty ridiculous.
Sophomore year I developed a startlingly powerful crush on Kerin McCauley. She's my best friend now, really. I had known her all my life, I don't know why it took so long to realize she was bound to be a great friend. I started playing shows. My personality sort of settled. I've become basically what you know today. Whatever the hell that is. I was still very good in school. I socked it to Miss Mccabe. I lost a very dear friend, Nudgie. That summer I spent working at Tranquil Lake, which were some of the best times I've ever known. I was working all day at this hard labor, which I really enjoy actually, and then right afterwards, I would run with the cross country team. It was intensely wonderful. Then the school year started for Junior year.
XC was a very eventful ride. I did some good things. We had a great team. November 4th, I had a very good race, got my drivers liscene, and got a date with a nice girl. A few weeks later, the season was over, my clutch broke, and me and the girl weren't dating, but that's ok. Then there was a very interesting night, december the 22nd, which i'd really not like to get into. At least give me that.
This winter was a cold one. I released Lions, Sheep, and Trains. Well... I wasn't always too chipper, but that's ok. School basically drove me to the depths of insanity. I'm now a comfortable C+ / B- student. I really let myself go. I don't want to go to college. I'm afraid of the future. I want to go across the country in a car and drive off a cliff once I've told somebody about everything I saw. Kate has become a wonderful friend to me and is really the reason I wake up to go to school in the morning.
Some tidbits you'd expect to find in a normal questionnare.
My middle name is alexander. I'm 17. I have two cats, Nikki and Sam. My favorite color is brown. I like girls. I have brown hair, blue eyes. I break the law driving a lot; I don't have my car inspected, I've driven people under the age of 18, I've driven past midnight... all at the same time. Two days ago. I drive a subaru outback legacy (my mom's old car). I want to be a rockstar. My favorite song (right now) is Plus Minus - I Sleep Forever. I've never smoked pot, and deep down inside, i kind of want to. I've never drank more than a glass of alcohol. Never done any drugs. My favorite food is tater tots. My heros are Stuart Wilson and Will Brierly.
Some tidbits you wouldn't expect to find in a normal questionarre.
I hate authority figures. I miss my brother nick so much. I wish I didn't notice that black people were black people before I noticed their smile or their nice shoes. I like helping people. I hate the smell of feces. I enjoy unclogging drains manually. I wish I were a real artist. I secretly want pity. From everyone.
That's the story of my life.