No. The answer is no. I am not just another emo teen wanting to complain about her life. Actually I am looking to help others. Surprising isn't it. In my life I've learned a lot in a fraction of the time. My grandma being cynical says it is because I have had hardships that most people never have to live with. My mom is the one who claims she raised me on 80’s movies and music and because of it I am an old soul. Most days I agree with my mom. In order for me to help others, you have to know a little about me so here it goes. The short story of my first sixteen years.
First, I was born in the middle of America and strangely enough I'm happy here when everyone else wants to go running to cities like New York and California.
I am the youngest of three kids. The oldest is Karey (I’m going to use nicknames because well I don't want creepy people finding me) she is 23 and is married to Navy Boy they have a son named Poppy Seed. Of course the middle child is my brother Studd Muffin he is two months away from turning 21 and is the wildest boy I have ever known, but is the loyalist man you will ever meet. Next is my grandma G$ (Pronounced Gee Money). Yup, that is really what we call her and she thinks it is the greatest thing in the word. She is five feet tall on a good day and can say the meanest comment ever in the sweetest voice. When she walks away you get the overwhelming feeling that something mean was said about you, but you feel like it is the nicest thing that has ever been said to you. Strangely enough she is the glue that holds my family together, but not what keeps us sane. That job is put on the shoulders of my mom. She is the best mom I could ask for. Yes, sometimes we fight and sometimes she makes me mad, but we hold each other up when things get rough and we and tougher than nails when we are together.
By now you are probably wondering about my dad. Well, when I was six he passed away because of a accident that lead to a long stay in the hospital which lead to stress on his heart which lead to a heart attack. I miss him, but once again I didn't come here to have people feel pity for me so we will keep this train moving.
After kindergarten in public school I went to Catholic school for the next 8 year of my school career. I'm Catholic. No need to hold it against me if you don't like Catholics because really a lot of the teachings I don't really agree with, but we'll get to that later. Now I'm a sophomore at a public high school and absolutely love it. This year I'm taking Yearbook and wanting to rip out my hair and this semester I'm taking speech. Needless to say I love to talk, but I tend to shake like a leaf when I have to give actual speeches. I put the Ferris Bueller picture because these are basically what my friends are like. I have one who is always afraid of getting in trouble, one who is always on board with whatever I do and of course me, Ferris, who is bascially the ring leader. No I don't have just two friends, but my best friends make up the trio.
Funny enough I'm not done yet. This is turning out to be a little long winded, but I figure since it is my first post EVER it is ok if it is a little long. So, here we go again. I have a genetic disease called MEN1 (M-E-N-1 not men one). It is kind of complicated so I won't go into too much detail. The disease gives tumors all throughout the endocrine system and messes with the hormones. Which means I'm short (5'l) and I have to take meds. I'm not sick and I hate it when people say I am. I'm not confined to a bed and I have absolutely no outward signs of being different so to me MEN-1 has almost no effect on me.
Now that I have told about me I want to help others at this point I have no readers, but still want ot share my stories to help other people because really if I learn a lesson through some experience I want to share it with people. It doesn't matter if the story is sad, happy, funny, scary, or any other emotion you can think of. I just want to share it.
In Nerdy Terms, I want to be your cheat codes to life.
