(no subject)
May. 10th, 2003 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icepixieAll over, baybee! Wheeee!!! I'm hoping for a C on the Econ final. That's all I ask. Well, a B would be nice, too, but a C will be okay. An A would be lovely, but it's just not going to happen, even with the giant curves in that class.
First bike: A red tricycle. It was on that trike, or more precicely in the wagon attached to that trike, that I had my first and most serious childhood accident. I was four, and my little cousin Rachel was driving the tricycle while I rode in the wagon. Fell out on the concrete garage floor and knocked out one of my front teeth. The other one didn't fall out for two more years, so I was lopsided for two years. I still talk with a slight lisp, although I think it's due to other things.
First real bike was a pink and white Huffy with a wicker basket on the front that had plastic flowers on it. Training wheels for half of age six, then I quit with that. Now I don't think I have a bike anymore...
First best friend: Didn't have friends until third grade, when I latched on to a girl who lived down the street for a couple years. Her name was Stephanie.
First real memory of something: Being really cold when I was out in my playpen in the backyard of our old house. I was less than a year old, I think.
First car: One day...
First partner through first breakup: Never! Never, I say!
First job: Got $100 for designing one of dad's friend's webpages once.
First screen name: Never used AOL, so I never had one. My first e-mail address was rhelton@something to do with the school system, though. Spotessa was the first name I ever made up...it was for what was formerly known as OneList. I was listening to the Smashing Pumpkins' "Tristessa" and thinking about Data's cat, and they melded.
First self purchased album: No clue. Probably something by Enya.
First concert: Haven't been to one yet, unless you count the Nashville Symphony one year in middle school.
First funeral: Grandmother on dad's side. I had just turned six a few months ago. At age fifteen, my grandmother on my mother's side died four days before my birthday, and the memorial service was on my birthday (we didn't go), and my grandfather on my dad's side died that July 4. Never met my mother's father. Yes, I had no grandparents by age 16.
First pet: Two white kittens, named Blue-Eyes and Purple-Eyes, because I was so creative at age three. And yes, the cat had purple eyes. I'm not making it up.
First prime minister (or president) you voted for: Haven't yet.
First piercing/tattoo: Don't have one, don't want one.
First independent home: Give me three more years.
First house/flat/apartment: You mean with my parents? A tiny little four-room house in a poor, mainly Spanish section of Nashville. We moved up when I was two.
First credit card: Seventeen. Visa. My mom thought I would get stranded in the snow at school and need to check into the hotel across the street. In Nashville. I am so not making this up.
First independent holiday: Not really. Parents still drove me to ScaperCon last year, even if I didn't see them all weekend. This year, though...
First love: Sugar.
First enemy: These two bitches in sixth grade named Libby and Lizzie. Kept stealing my pencil, paper, book, etc. in reading class and claiming they didn't have them when I tried to make them give them back. I really didn't get that.
I should quit doing memes that are just boring when I answer them.
First bike: A red tricycle. It was on that trike, or more precicely in the wagon attached to that trike, that I had my first and most serious childhood accident. I was four, and my little cousin Rachel was driving the tricycle while I rode in the wagon. Fell out on the concrete garage floor and knocked out one of my front teeth. The other one didn't fall out for two more years, so I was lopsided for two years. I still talk with a slight lisp, although I think it's due to other things.
First real bike was a pink and white Huffy with a wicker basket on the front that had plastic flowers on it. Training wheels for half of age six, then I quit with that. Now I don't think I have a bike anymore...
First best friend: Didn't have friends until third grade, when I latched on to a girl who lived down the street for a couple years. Her name was Stephanie.
First real memory of something: Being really cold when I was out in my playpen in the backyard of our old house. I was less than a year old, I think.
First car: One day...
First partner through first breakup: Never! Never, I say!
First job: Got $100 for designing one of dad's friend's webpages once.
First screen name: Never used AOL, so I never had one. My first e-mail address was rhelton@something to do with the school system, though. Spotessa was the first name I ever made up...it was for what was formerly known as OneList. I was listening to the Smashing Pumpkins' "Tristessa" and thinking about Data's cat, and they melded.
First self purchased album: No clue. Probably something by Enya.
First concert: Haven't been to one yet, unless you count the Nashville Symphony one year in middle school.
First funeral: Grandmother on dad's side. I had just turned six a few months ago. At age fifteen, my grandmother on my mother's side died four days before my birthday, and the memorial service was on my birthday (we didn't go), and my grandfather on my dad's side died that July 4. Never met my mother's father. Yes, I had no grandparents by age 16.
First pet: Two white kittens, named Blue-Eyes and Purple-Eyes, because I was so creative at age three. And yes, the cat had purple eyes. I'm not making it up.
First prime minister (or president) you voted for: Haven't yet.
First piercing/tattoo: Don't have one, don't want one.
First independent home: Give me three more years.
First house/flat/apartment: You mean with my parents? A tiny little four-room house in a poor, mainly Spanish section of Nashville. We moved up when I was two.
First credit card: Seventeen. Visa. My mom thought I would get stranded in the snow at school and need to check into the hotel across the street. In Nashville. I am so not making this up.
First independent holiday: Not really. Parents still drove me to ScaperCon last year, even if I didn't see them all weekend. This year, though...
First love: Sugar.
First enemy: These two bitches in sixth grade named Libby and Lizzie. Kept stealing my pencil, paper, book, etc. in reading class and claiming they didn't have them when I tried to make them give them back. I really didn't get that.
I should quit doing memes that are just boring when I answer them.
