Post by werewolf1885 on Mar 21, 2005 20:45:18 GMT -5
Wow, a diary. I haven't kept one of these since I was nine. Also, bear in mind that I'm very sporadic with diaries. Ok let's start at the beginning. ( A very good place to start. 
My real name is Jess and I was born on the 6th of November, in the Year of Our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Five. Which would make me 19 to those abysmal at math like me.
I was born in a magical land called Renton, Seattle, Washington. When I was 4 months old, my parents and I flew over one of those giant puddles known as an ocean to the Land Down Under, Australia. And yet after only 4 months in the US of A and after all these years in Aus, I have still retained my American accent.
Figure that out!
Then, when I was around 3 - 3 1/2 my sister was born. That was nice.
She's almost SIXTEEN now! *wipes away a tear* They grow up so fast!
Then, when I was 10, my parents split up. Not so nice. But I'm way over it.
I am very, very close to my family. It's almost Mafia-like actually. On my Mom's side I have Nana and Pop, 3 uncles, 1 aunt (by marriage) and 2 cousins. Also, we are very religious. My Nana keeps Holy Water in her fridge. She and Pop are over in the states now, in Texas, I think, looking after my uncle Mike, who just went into hospital.
Then there is Granny and Dada. My Dad's side isn't very religious at all, even though they own like five Bibles, which they never even look at. They have a farm. With mandarin and orange orchards and sheep and geese and a corgi dog named Cuddles. I work there during the picking season. My Uncle Jimmy (Dad's little brother) died last year though. 
Poor Jimmy, he really was the sweetest guy.
I think I might leave it there for today. My fingers are getting tired. See ya'll later then.
My real name is Jess and I was born on the 6th of November, in the Year of Our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Five. Which would make me 19 to those abysmal at math like me.
I was born in a magical land called Renton, Seattle, Washington. When I was 4 months old, my parents and I flew over one of those giant puddles known as an ocean to the Land Down Under, Australia. And yet after only 4 months in the US of A and after all these years in Aus, I have still retained my American accent.
Figure that out!Then, when I was around 3 - 3 1/2 my sister was born. That was nice.
She's almost SIXTEEN now! *wipes away a tear* They grow up so fast!Then, when I was 10, my parents split up. Not so nice. But I'm way over it.
I am very, very close to my family. It's almost Mafia-like actually. On my Mom's side I have Nana and Pop, 3 uncles, 1 aunt (by marriage) and 2 cousins. Also, we are very religious. My Nana keeps Holy Water in her fridge. She and Pop are over in the states now, in Texas, I think, looking after my uncle Mike, who just went into hospital.
Then there is Granny and Dada. My Dad's side isn't very religious at all, even though they own like five Bibles, which they never even look at.
They have a farm. With mandarin and orange orchards and sheep and geese and a corgi dog named Cuddles. I work there during the picking season. My Uncle Jimmy (Dad's little brother) died last year though. Poor Jimmy, he really was the sweetest guy.I think I might leave it there for today. My fingers are getting tired. See ya'll later then.
So here's some random stuff.
Stop laughing this instant!)
My GOD I feel so old!)
I don't know why.) 
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Hmm...
So now I kinda like it. Now my sister and I have a routine that I am actually able to stick to. I watch Gilmore Girls and she watches Phil. Ah, television, an unbreakable bond, destined to last for a lifetime and beyond, far longer than forever. (Yes, I have seen The Swan Princess, ok? 
Seriously, I charge you with this task. The next time it's on in your area, sit down and watch and count the number of times they pause between lines. An episode's an hour? You will be able to count it on one hand, guarantee it.
Eh.