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Day 01: Introduce yourself
Jun. 19th, 2011 06:37 pmDay 01: Introduce yourself
Okay, I was reading some other intro posts and realized that my one from before is horrible. Thus, I’m making another one, and I apologize if it becomes super long.
My name is Nikki, but I’ll respond to that, my username, and NoNo* (RL Nickname.) Right now, I go to community college for a general Associate’s degree in Global Studies though I think it’s going to take more than two years to get it. (I’ll explain more on this later.) After that, I hope to go to SELU for a Bachelor’s in English. (SELU also has a Zombie 101 class. I plan on taking the hell out of it.)
*When I was younger, and before I started taking Ritalin, I went through what my mother calls the ‘No, Nikki’ times. That went away after a few years, until my eyebrows were burnt off from an unfortunate acne cream side effect, and ‘No, Nikki’ and ‘No eyebrows’ were condensed to NoNo.
Right now, I’m unemployed. I was terminated from my job at Wal-Mart (overnight stocker, hated it), and I still haven’t had much luck finding many places that are hiring. I’m queer, and right now still trying to figure out if I’m bisexual or lesbian. I’m also a feminist, and hate racism, so I really, really hate where I live.
I live in a very small town, on the outskirts of a very small city in Louisiana, about an hour outside of Baton Rouge. It’s not as bad as some places in Louisiana, but it’s still pretty bad. I see a lot of racist Obama stuff, and racist/sexist/stupid stuff in general. I live on bit outside the main area of my town, almost in the country. There are woods and a creek (that a panther runs up and down) behind my house, and a pasture with two horses in front of it. Currently, I live with my mom. We live in a house we bought on my grandmother’s property after my dad died when I was seven.
My mom is one of the most important people in my life, because she raised me by herself. She was one of five siblings, and the only girl. I’ve never met my uncle Rodney, because he died a house fire before I was a born. I don’t know how old he was when he died, or what year it was, or anything about him. It’s a painful subject for my mom to talk about, and I haven’t asked any of my other uncles about it. My two oldest uncles are twelve and thirteen years older than my mom respectively, and I’m not sure about my third uncle. He doesn’t talk to the family because of differences that he’s had with everyone. Often, I’ll call my third uncle my ‘rich uncle’, because that’s what he is. Usually, though, it’s only to complain about how he refuses to help out his much poorer family.
Right now, my mom works in the office at a KOA Campground that one of her friends owns. She has a bit of a drug problem that started after my dad died, but recently, she’s been clean. (My mom does smoke pot, but I don’t have a problem with it. I consider it a pretty harmless drug.) Her addiction one of the main reasons I still live at home (and her back makes it hard to keep the house clean, and I don’t have the money to move out.)
My father died from a heart attack when I was seven, and I honestly don’t remember a lot about him. The few memories I have are more bad memories than good, and I know that my parents did not have a happy marriage. It was the third marriage for both of them, and my dad had a drinking and gambling problem. After my father died, various members from his side of the family threatened to take custody of me because they felt my mother wouldn’t raise me properly. It’s the main reason we don’t talk to them anymore.
My dad was living in his own apartment when he died, and his first wife, Sylvia, broke into it after his funeral. She stole most of his things, and we’ve never gotten any of them back. The one things I do have of my father’s is his guitar, and I can’t play it at all. I’ll never, ever sell it, though. My friend Nick keeps it tuned and plays it when he can. I hate his first wife extremely, and not just for that. After my parents married, she slashed the tires on my mom’s car while she was at work. (My mom worked at the local courthouse at the time, which was right across the street from a police station. Yeah.)
I have one sibling, sort of. My half sister, Amy, is from my dad’s second marriage. She always tried to stick around and hang out with me while I was growing up, but she’s twelve years older than me. We never had that much in common, especially since she is very much into Jesus and making me feel self-conscious. (For the longest time, every time she would see me, she would tell me that I need to brush my teeth more.) Amy has three children, a daughter and two sons. I don’t see them much, but I’m glad for it. I can’t stand Andon (her daughter), and her sons (Colbyn and Candyn. I know) are probably going to be just as worse as they get older. Her husband, Steven, has a daughter from a previous relationship named Hannah. I don’t know much about her, or Steven.
I actually didn’t even know that Amy was seeing anyone seriously until she asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. I hated the dress, we had to drive a really long time to get there, and she invited fucking Sylvia to the wedding, who tried to act all friendly towards me and my mom. That really, really pissed me off, because Amy knows what Sylvia has done. I ended up cutting Amy mostly out of my life after that. I completely cut her out of my life when she called to tell me that she lost a tape our dad recorded of a song he wrote and played guitar for, and she felt like I owed her Daddy’s guitar because of it. I haven’t talked to her since then.
I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was younger, though I only took medication for a few years. I still show most ADHD symptoms today, and I’m planning on starting medication again once I can afford it. (No job, and no insurance.) Unfortunately, because I had ADHD, I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life. I screwed around in high school, and usually can’t focus on long term things for more than three or four months at a time. I suspect that this is why I usually can’t keep jobs for more than a few months at a time, and dropped most of my classes last semester. Again, medication. I’m planning on it.
Other people I might mention frequently are Jennie and Sarah. Jennie is someone I met in high school that I later found out was actually my cousin! We’ve been friends for something like six years, now. Sarah is her partner of four years, and they live together in the same town as I do. We have a rocky sort of friendship, but it works okay. Right now, Jennie’s sister, brother-in-law, and nephew are living with her and Sarah, so it’s very crowded over there. I haven’t visited much lately because of it. Someone else is Nick. I met Nick when I was in high school, and he is one of my only male friends. (I am a very big ~misandrist~. Really, I just can’t stand most men.) Right now, he’s in the USMC, and he’s stationed in Afghanistan. He’s in Infantry, so I’m terrified about something bad happening to him. He’s supposed to come back in November. He already has an okay to visit for Christmas, and he’s bringing his girlfriend with him. I’ve met her once before, and she’s really, really awesome and a good match for him.
I have a pet Beagle named Copper. He’s a little under six months, and he has a bad leg. He was attacked by another dog when he was younger, and the bone was broken too bad to heal properly. His leg still gets a little sore when he plays too much, but he doesn’t even seem to notice that he has a limp. He’s a super happy dog, and very playful and social (even with big dogs), but he’s not very smart. He is a good tracker, and if I were the type to raise rabbit dogs, he’d be a good one even with his bad leg.
Other pets in the house are my mom’s Miniature Australian Shepherd, Blackjack, and her Manx cat, Pumpkin. Both of them are tailless, and Pumpkin also limps. A few years ago, someone shot her in the front right shoulder, and we never found out who. (She’s an indoor/outdoor cat, please don’t argue with me about it.) Luckily it was something like a pellet gun or air rifle, because we didn’t have to amputate the leg or anything, but she still needed to have a pin permanently put in her leg.
My music library includes Adele, Fleetwood Mac, Matchbox 20, Blue October, Disturbed, and a lot of country music and top 40. Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of shows like Buffy, Dr. Horrible, That 70s Show, Pushing Daisies, and Samantha Who. Also, iCarly and Spongebob, because sometimes I like to be immature. My absolute favorite movies are G.I. Jane, Ever After, A Home at the End of the World, and My Fair Lady.
My tumblr dashboard is full of pretty picture of Audrey Hepburn, Alex Pettyfer, Daniel Craig, and a lot of Harry Potter stuff. I only have two bookshelves in my room, but I also have a giant Tupperware full of books under my bed. My favorite food is pretty much everything my grandmother used to cook for Sunday dinner, even if it everything was horribly unhealthy. My car’s name is Dani, and she’s a 1992 Toyota Camry. I have a Wii with more SNES games than Wii games, and I still use Netflix more than anything, lol.
And now I’m out of things to talk about.
Okay, I was reading some other intro posts and realized that my one from before is horrible. Thus, I’m making another one, and I apologize if it becomes super long.
My name is Nikki, but I’ll respond to that, my username, and NoNo* (RL Nickname.) Right now, I go to community college for a general Associate’s degree in Global Studies though I think it’s going to take more than two years to get it. (I’ll explain more on this later.) After that, I hope to go to SELU for a Bachelor’s in English. (SELU also has a Zombie 101 class. I plan on taking the hell out of it.)
*When I was younger, and before I started taking Ritalin, I went through what my mother calls the ‘No, Nikki’ times. That went away after a few years, until my eyebrows were burnt off from an unfortunate acne cream side effect, and ‘No, Nikki’ and ‘No eyebrows’ were condensed to NoNo.
Right now, I’m unemployed. I was terminated from my job at Wal-Mart (overnight stocker, hated it), and I still haven’t had much luck finding many places that are hiring. I’m queer, and right now still trying to figure out if I’m bisexual or lesbian. I’m also a feminist, and hate racism, so I really, really hate where I live.
I live in a very small town, on the outskirts of a very small city in Louisiana, about an hour outside of Baton Rouge. It’s not as bad as some places in Louisiana, but it’s still pretty bad. I see a lot of racist Obama stuff, and racist/sexist/stupid stuff in general. I live on bit outside the main area of my town, almost in the country. There are woods and a creek (that a panther runs up and down) behind my house, and a pasture with two horses in front of it. Currently, I live with my mom. We live in a house we bought on my grandmother’s property after my dad died when I was seven.
My mom is one of the most important people in my life, because she raised me by herself. She was one of five siblings, and the only girl. I’ve never met my uncle Rodney, because he died a house fire before I was a born. I don’t know how old he was when he died, or what year it was, or anything about him. It’s a painful subject for my mom to talk about, and I haven’t asked any of my other uncles about it. My two oldest uncles are twelve and thirteen years older than my mom respectively, and I’m not sure about my third uncle. He doesn’t talk to the family because of differences that he’s had with everyone. Often, I’ll call my third uncle my ‘rich uncle’, because that’s what he is. Usually, though, it’s only to complain about how he refuses to help out his much poorer family.
Right now, my mom works in the office at a KOA Campground that one of her friends owns. She has a bit of a drug problem that started after my dad died, but recently, she’s been clean. (My mom does smoke pot, but I don’t have a problem with it. I consider it a pretty harmless drug.) Her addiction one of the main reasons I still live at home (and her back makes it hard to keep the house clean, and I don’t have the money to move out.)
My father died from a heart attack when I was seven, and I honestly don’t remember a lot about him. The few memories I have are more bad memories than good, and I know that my parents did not have a happy marriage. It was the third marriage for both of them, and my dad had a drinking and gambling problem. After my father died, various members from his side of the family threatened to take custody of me because they felt my mother wouldn’t raise me properly. It’s the main reason we don’t talk to them anymore.
My dad was living in his own apartment when he died, and his first wife, Sylvia, broke into it after his funeral. She stole most of his things, and we’ve never gotten any of them back. The one things I do have of my father’s is his guitar, and I can’t play it at all. I’ll never, ever sell it, though. My friend Nick keeps it tuned and plays it when he can. I hate his first wife extremely, and not just for that. After my parents married, she slashed the tires on my mom’s car while she was at work. (My mom worked at the local courthouse at the time, which was right across the street from a police station. Yeah.)
I have one sibling, sort of. My half sister, Amy, is from my dad’s second marriage. She always tried to stick around and hang out with me while I was growing up, but she’s twelve years older than me. We never had that much in common, especially since she is very much into Jesus and making me feel self-conscious. (For the longest time, every time she would see me, she would tell me that I need to brush my teeth more.) Amy has three children, a daughter and two sons. I don’t see them much, but I’m glad for it. I can’t stand Andon (her daughter), and her sons (Colbyn and Candyn. I know) are probably going to be just as worse as they get older. Her husband, Steven, has a daughter from a previous relationship named Hannah. I don’t know much about her, or Steven.
I actually didn’t even know that Amy was seeing anyone seriously until she asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. I hated the dress, we had to drive a really long time to get there, and she invited fucking Sylvia to the wedding, who tried to act all friendly towards me and my mom. That really, really pissed me off, because Amy knows what Sylvia has done. I ended up cutting Amy mostly out of my life after that. I completely cut her out of my life when she called to tell me that she lost a tape our dad recorded of a song he wrote and played guitar for, and she felt like I owed her Daddy’s guitar because of it. I haven’t talked to her since then.
I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was younger, though I only took medication for a few years. I still show most ADHD symptoms today, and I’m planning on starting medication again once I can afford it. (No job, and no insurance.) Unfortunately, because I had ADHD, I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life. I screwed around in high school, and usually can’t focus on long term things for more than three or four months at a time. I suspect that this is why I usually can’t keep jobs for more than a few months at a time, and dropped most of my classes last semester. Again, medication. I’m planning on it.
Other people I might mention frequently are Jennie and Sarah. Jennie is someone I met in high school that I later found out was actually my cousin! We’ve been friends for something like six years, now. Sarah is her partner of four years, and they live together in the same town as I do. We have a rocky sort of friendship, but it works okay. Right now, Jennie’s sister, brother-in-law, and nephew are living with her and Sarah, so it’s very crowded over there. I haven’t visited much lately because of it. Someone else is Nick. I met Nick when I was in high school, and he is one of my only male friends. (I am a very big ~misandrist~. Really, I just can’t stand most men.) Right now, he’s in the USMC, and he’s stationed in Afghanistan. He’s in Infantry, so I’m terrified about something bad happening to him. He’s supposed to come back in November. He already has an okay to visit for Christmas, and he’s bringing his girlfriend with him. I’ve met her once before, and she’s really, really awesome and a good match for him.
I have a pet Beagle named Copper. He’s a little under six months, and he has a bad leg. He was attacked by another dog when he was younger, and the bone was broken too bad to heal properly. His leg still gets a little sore when he plays too much, but he doesn’t even seem to notice that he has a limp. He’s a super happy dog, and very playful and social (even with big dogs), but he’s not very smart. He is a good tracker, and if I were the type to raise rabbit dogs, he’d be a good one even with his bad leg.
Other pets in the house are my mom’s Miniature Australian Shepherd, Blackjack, and her Manx cat, Pumpkin. Both of them are tailless, and Pumpkin also limps. A few years ago, someone shot her in the front right shoulder, and we never found out who. (She’s an indoor/outdoor cat, please don’t argue with me about it.) Luckily it was something like a pellet gun or air rifle, because we didn’t have to amputate the leg or anything, but she still needed to have a pin permanently put in her leg.
My music library includes Adele, Fleetwood Mac, Matchbox 20, Blue October, Disturbed, and a lot of country music and top 40. Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of shows like Buffy, Dr. Horrible, That 70s Show, Pushing Daisies, and Samantha Who. Also, iCarly and Spongebob, because sometimes I like to be immature. My absolute favorite movies are G.I. Jane, Ever After, A Home at the End of the World, and My Fair Lady.
My tumblr dashboard is full of pretty picture of Audrey Hepburn, Alex Pettyfer, Daniel Craig, and a lot of Harry Potter stuff. I only have two bookshelves in my room, but I also have a giant Tupperware full of books under my bed. My favorite food is pretty much everything my grandmother used to cook for Sunday dinner, even if it everything was horribly unhealthy. My car’s name is Dani, and she’s a 1992 Toyota Camry. I have a Wii with more SNES games than Wii games, and I still use Netflix more than anything, lol.
And now I’m out of things to talk about.
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