My Life Story
Okay . . . here's my life story:
one year(s) old: I was born. Woo.
two years old: I could walk. Yay.
three years old: could ride a horse. And my pig at my grandma and grandpa McGinnis's house ran away with a girl pig :( I cried.
four years old: Was traumatized for the rest of my life. I'm not going to tell why in here. But yea. I had a therapist in preschool. I also had lawyers. I knew the courthouse like the back of my hand.
five years old: Started kindergarten. I was introduced to Izzie the Elf! :) I learned what cutting in line was. I also learned what Chinese cutting was and that it was fair and square. I ALSO learned what detention was.
six years old: Saw my dad for last time for 8 years. Made my first best friend. Alex. Everyone made fun of her except for me. She taught me that if you rub the end of your pencil eraser on the carpet, then it'll clean your eraser. :) I got to hang out in detention more too. And I was formerly introduced to the principal and shown into her office.
seven years old: Met the first of many HORRIBLE AND MEAN teachers. This lady is the spawn of Satan. She is the reason I hate a majority of teachers everywhere. One time, I was praying before a spelling test (yea, go ahead and laugh) so that I'd get an A, and she came up to me and was like, "LaDawn, are you praying?" I was like, "Yes, Ms. Kendall . . ." and she was like, "phh, I doubt it's going to help YOU." Stupid bitch. I got an A+ on that fucking spelling test, too. I got to hang out with the principal more this year as well. Oh, and Billy Burke taught me how to read better. And he got me hooked on Goosebumps. It's cause of him that I read the WHOLE series.
eight years old: By this year, the Mrs. Christmas (the principal) and I were pretty good friends. . . Not really. She really hated my guts. The councilor liked me though. She got a real kick out of me. Got my first F. It was definatley (sp?) on my science fair project, too. :( Oh, and I found out what it's like to be humiliated because of a boy. Jerks. And my uncle (bobby), who was manager of Pizza Hut at the time, suprised me on my birthday at school and brought my whole class pizza! And I broke my favorite green ruler in front of the whole class (not on my birthday, but on a different day), and the next day, AJ Foster bought me a pink one. :)
nine years old: Moved to a different school for the FIRST time. Right after making student council too.:( Stupid adults. Oh, and everyone at my new school hated me. And I hated them. I got sent to the principal's office at least once a week. Seriously. That's not an exaggeration at all. I also realized that the pig that I had when I was three didn't really run away with a girl pig. It was slaughtered. Yea. Happy, isn't it?
ten years old: Football at recess with the guys. Totally killed all of 'em. :) Sadly, yes, this is the hi-lite of my 5th grade year. Playing football. Oh, and one time, I ran down the hill really fast at school and fell flat on my face in front of the WHOLE 5 and 6th grade class. :( In mud. Wow.
eleven years old: Had my first real boyfriend. He got me a gold bracelet for my twelfth birthday. I lost it in the Camp Carson lake. :( Which is okay now I guess cause when I came back from camp he broke up with me, lol! We went out for 9 months.
twelve years old: Entered middle school. moved to Evansville and made a TON of new friends.
thirteen years old: Won Best of Show in the Harrison High School District Art Show. The judges even said that my drawing was better than most, if not all, of the high school drawings as well. Also made the only sport I've ever tried out for and ACTUALLY MADE: Cheerleading. Also found myself. I stopped following the crowd and found that I became a lot more popular by just being me. I started questioning religion and God.
fourteen years old: Entered the most important four years of my life and met Devon Neisen :) I loved this year. I was so happy. I made a lot of new friends, went to my first formal dance, which before the dance, we definately ate pizza with my grandparents in my dining room! lmbo! haha, I will never forget that. It was so humiliating. And then we watched The Pebble and the Penguin after going bowling after the dance. Also realized that I probably would never have a career in art because Siau and I didn't get along very well.
fifteen years old: Got my first REAL job at the movie theater. Oh and saw my dad for the first time in 8 years and realized that it's not really a bad thing that I don't see him. He's an ass.Um, omgsh . . . got into SO many arguments with Siau. Um . . . oh! Got voted Santa Switch Princess of the sophomores. Didn't win in the end, but hey, I was on court. And Devon was Santa Switch Prince! That was very cool.
sixteen years old: FUCKED MY HIGH SCHOOL AND LOVE LIFE UP. This year fucking sucked. I HATED it, currently hate it, and will always, ALWAYS regret every single day of my life for this year. I started drinking. I started lying ALL THE TIME. I cheated. I got a speeding ticket. I got into a wreck. I broke three guys' hearts in one year, one of which (guy B), I really didn't care about at all and should never have even met if it weren't for our fucking gym class together, the other (guy C) was just a rebound guy for the most important one (guy A). Oh, and I made my grandma cry a hell of a lot of times, I should probably be going to hell for that one. My grades started going down as well. I fucking should have died by now. Damn. I hate myself.
seventeen years old: havent been seventeen long enough to state a specific event that has really hi-lited the year for me yet. I'm going to Prom with Justin Grey, lol. That's gonna be fun, actually. I don't know if we're going the Anti prom or the real prom yet though. Oh well . . . All I have to say is, everything HAS to go uphill from here on out, because seriously, everything that COULD have gone wrong in my life, definately did-last year.
one year(s) old: I was born. Woo.
two years old: I could walk. Yay.
three years old: could ride a horse. And my pig at my grandma and grandpa McGinnis's house ran away with a girl pig :( I cried.
four years old: Was traumatized for the rest of my life. I'm not going to tell why in here. But yea. I had a therapist in preschool. I also had lawyers. I knew the courthouse like the back of my hand.
five years old: Started kindergarten. I was introduced to Izzie the Elf! :) I learned what cutting in line was. I also learned what Chinese cutting was and that it was fair and square. I ALSO learned what detention was.
six years old: Saw my dad for last time for 8 years. Made my first best friend. Alex. Everyone made fun of her except for me. She taught me that if you rub the end of your pencil eraser on the carpet, then it'll clean your eraser. :) I got to hang out in detention more too. And I was formerly introduced to the principal and shown into her office.
seven years old: Met the first of many HORRIBLE AND MEAN teachers. This lady is the spawn of Satan. She is the reason I hate a majority of teachers everywhere. One time, I was praying before a spelling test (yea, go ahead and laugh) so that I'd get an A, and she came up to me and was like, "LaDawn, are you praying?" I was like, "Yes, Ms. Kendall . . ." and she was like, "phh, I doubt it's going to help YOU." Stupid bitch. I got an A+ on that fucking spelling test, too. I got to hang out with the principal more this year as well. Oh, and Billy Burke taught me how to read better. And he got me hooked on Goosebumps. It's cause of him that I read the WHOLE series.
eight years old: By this year, the Mrs. Christmas (the principal) and I were pretty good friends. . . Not really. She really hated my guts. The councilor liked me though. She got a real kick out of me. Got my first F. It was definatley (sp?) on my science fair project, too. :( Oh, and I found out what it's like to be humiliated because of a boy. Jerks. And my uncle (bobby), who was manager of Pizza Hut at the time, suprised me on my birthday at school and brought my whole class pizza! And I broke my favorite green ruler in front of the whole class (not on my birthday, but on a different day), and the next day, AJ Foster bought me a pink one. :)
nine years old: Moved to a different school for the FIRST time. Right after making student council too.:( Stupid adults. Oh, and everyone at my new school hated me. And I hated them. I got sent to the principal's office at least once a week. Seriously. That's not an exaggeration at all. I also realized that the pig that I had when I was three didn't really run away with a girl pig. It was slaughtered. Yea. Happy, isn't it?
ten years old: Football at recess with the guys. Totally killed all of 'em. :) Sadly, yes, this is the hi-lite of my 5th grade year. Playing football. Oh, and one time, I ran down the hill really fast at school and fell flat on my face in front of the WHOLE 5 and 6th grade class. :( In mud. Wow.
eleven years old: Had my first real boyfriend. He got me a gold bracelet for my twelfth birthday. I lost it in the Camp Carson lake. :( Which is okay now I guess cause when I came back from camp he broke up with me, lol! We went out for 9 months.
twelve years old: Entered middle school. moved to Evansville and made a TON of new friends.
thirteen years old: Won Best of Show in the Harrison High School District Art Show. The judges even said that my drawing was better than most, if not all, of the high school drawings as well. Also made the only sport I've ever tried out for and ACTUALLY MADE: Cheerleading. Also found myself. I stopped following the crowd and found that I became a lot more popular by just being me. I started questioning religion and God.
fourteen years old: Entered the most important four years of my life and met Devon Neisen :) I loved this year. I was so happy. I made a lot of new friends, went to my first formal dance, which before the dance, we definately ate pizza with my grandparents in my dining room! lmbo! haha, I will never forget that. It was so humiliating. And then we watched The Pebble and the Penguin after going bowling after the dance. Also realized that I probably would never have a career in art because Siau and I didn't get along very well.
fifteen years old: Got my first REAL job at the movie theater. Oh and saw my dad for the first time in 8 years and realized that it's not really a bad thing that I don't see him. He's an ass.Um, omgsh . . . got into SO many arguments with Siau. Um . . . oh! Got voted Santa Switch Princess of the sophomores. Didn't win in the end, but hey, I was on court. And Devon was Santa Switch Prince! That was very cool.
sixteen years old: FUCKED MY HIGH SCHOOL AND LOVE LIFE UP. This year fucking sucked. I HATED it, currently hate it, and will always, ALWAYS regret every single day of my life for this year. I started drinking. I started lying ALL THE TIME. I cheated. I got a speeding ticket. I got into a wreck. I broke three guys' hearts in one year, one of which (guy B), I really didn't care about at all and should never have even met if it weren't for our fucking gym class together, the other (guy C) was just a rebound guy for the most important one (guy A). Oh, and I made my grandma cry a hell of a lot of times, I should probably be going to hell for that one. My grades started going down as well. I fucking should have died by now. Damn. I hate myself.
seventeen years old: havent been seventeen long enough to state a specific event that has really hi-lited the year for me yet. I'm going to Prom with Justin Grey, lol. That's gonna be fun, actually. I don't know if we're going the Anti prom or the real prom yet though. Oh well . . . All I have to say is, everything HAS to go uphill from here on out, because seriously, everything that COULD have gone wrong in my life, definately did-last year.