Sunday, October 30, 2011

My Life Story

December born, born to live, living life.
Up until now, I have written my life story to the fullest, but not really... i dont know. heh...

A sister, a daughter, a doodler, a skater... a critic, a traveler, a mucisian, an unsuspecting trouble maker.

My memories begin at the age of three. I vaguely remember what i did at the time, but my day consisted much of tea parties and running around the house while making weird noises. I remember the goal of my parents to expose me to worldly experiences. Every year I celebrated many holidays. Birthdays, New years, Christmas, Halloween, Easter, Thanksgiving, and even Winnie the Pooh's birthday. As you can imagine, there was much cake. 
I started my education at the Sugar Creek Montessori School. I remember crying everyday when my dad left me with that mean girl, Allison (?). Everyday i would sit in class by myself and color. Would not talk to anyone. I was almost put in an ESL class, but i knew English... i just chose not to flaunt it.  There is a very vivid memory from my short enrollment in that school. Two girls dressed in nice Sunday dresses asked me to be the third person on the tire swing. I didn't know what that was so i agreed. It was their mistake for not telling me that there were chances of me throwing up all over them. Anyways....
Through out Elementry and Middle School, I made more friends...(so sad right? lawlz) and I traveled the world. France, UK, Hong Kong, China, Japan, Thailand, Canada. These years are pretty much all mixed up in my mind.

My past three years of high school sums up to one word. Derp. There's really not much to it. Freshman and sophomore year were indistinguishable. Junior year was a nightmare, and senior year makes you realize how annoying you were in freshman through junior year.


After High school, I want to attend Texas University at Austin or Trinity University Or American University for communications/ mass media/ advertising. My dream job would be working for an advertising firm with clients such as Coca-Cola or Lego or even working for Google. 
Then i plan to get married and have kids maybe (contemplation...) and the whole cliche story that every little girl dreams about. When im old i want to own a small pastry store because food makes me happy and i want to die a happy old person. The End

What's my dream? It may not be learning how to play the organ or being able to quote Friends... My dream is to see the world.