Showing posts with label SOTU. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SOTU. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Wayback Machine Fun

I used the Wayback Machine (aka the Internet Archive) to check out my old blog and here's something I had posted on my site. Cracked me up. Post something from yours below too!

Interesting? Facts:

My friend Amanda tried to sell a Valentine's Date with me on Ebay in 2002.

I was born on the 4th of July; I have red hair, white skin, & blue eyes.

I broke my right wrist in 5th grade after my friends ran over me on the playground.

In high school, I laughed so hard that I peed my pants onstage while performing a musical. I've been to a concentration camp (Dachau).

My left foot has been possessed before (do the #'s 2 3 8 mean anything to you?).

I grew up thinking that the brown trash bags filled with toys in my closet were really the possessed "dogs" from Ghostbusters.

I used to be obsessed with NKOTB (it was the 80’s).

I’ve known a pool table intimately.

I’ve been raped.

I didn’t sleep through the night until I was 9 years old.

Everyone thinks my brother and I are twins (I’m 5 years older).

I didn't have my first sip of alcohol until I was 22.

I remember when you actually had to wait in line to buy a Cabbage Patch Kid.

I can blow spit bubbles off my tongue.

I've been to Germany, Austria, Hungary, the Czech Republic, and the Netherlands.

I got kicked out of history class in 7th grade for saying “tampon.”

I think I was happy once.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

State of the Union: 4/9/14

On my other blog, my State of the Union posts are like life updates. Since I'm not really writing over there at present, I thought I might start posting things on here every once in awhile. I'll also quite fond of lists, so you'll probably find a lot of those in these posts. It keeps my thoughts more concise and better able to stay away from tangents. My mind is one constant tangent, sometimes. :)

1. I'm finally breaking out of the semi-deep depression I've been in since about October. Could it be SAD? Could it have been the trauma anniversary I get triggered by every Oct/Nov? Could it be the night terrors that started in Dec? Could it be all of the above? Probably. The good news is that it's lifting. Hopefully it will continue to do so.

2. Speaking to a lawyer today about something. Anxious to see what she has to say. I know I won't get a lot of answers today, but having an opinion will be helpful.

3. Finally have our (my bf D and my) money situation figured out, although I actually have to send the money out to the accounts. That HAS to be done today or tomorrow. Mental Note.

4. MUST do city taxes for myself and parents tonight. MUST. NOT. FORGET.

5. I am going to NYC next Friday through the Monday after Easter!!!! SUPER excited! I'm attending my first writing workshop ever on Sat & Sun. I also plan to hang out with my theatre friends, possibly see a Broadway show (I was a musical theatre major), and then visit one of my cancer kids' families. Unfortunately, I don't get to meet the actual kid, because she's now an angel. Angel Ila Jean "Bean." (I fundraise for kids with Neuroblastoma - a childhood cancer. I'm excited about the trip, but I do need to figure out if I'm staying free with friends or if I need to book a hotel (um, ASAP!)

6. Feeling a bit nervous and not good enough for the writing workshop. There are only 10 of us in the workshop and I know everyone else is going to be a seasoned writer. Although I've always wanted to be a writer since age 3, I've had no formal training. At the beginning of the year, it was my year's goal to get a first draft down of my memoir. Now I'm not so sure that's wise. Gah. It's so hard to make decisions!

7. I just got an email from the musical team that I work with each summer. We put on a musical in town and I choreograph. I'm hoping to either do Carousel or Bye Bye Birdie (they promised me a dancing show this year after 2 years of non-dancing ones)!

8. Online Photos - It seems that everyone loves taking photos of themselves and posting them online. So many people are comfortable with their faces, hair, bodies, skin, etc and I'm jealous of that. Women of all shapes, sizes, ethnicities, backgrounds etc are proud of who they are, and I'm still cowering over here in a corner, surviving with only old photos when I need to use one for something. Below is the newest photo of me (I'm the redhead) taken 2 winters ago. I seriously avoid cameras. I feel ugly, uncomfortable in my body, like I'm in the wrong skin. I know this ultimately has to do with PTSD from the traumas I've survived, but it still sucks. I guess I should work on this in counseling or something. That and the topic of physical intimacy. Things aren't good for me in that department either (nor for my bf lol). Gah. I HATE PTSD!


TO DO LIST (or reminder for Vi):
1. Taxes
2. Book a hotel if not staying with friends
3. Pay bills


I'm the redhead on the left & my former roomie is on the right.