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The Daughter
Dancing in the backyard!
Jessica|Celeste|Miller
Jessi |Starfish| Prickly
This Many CandlesF i f t e e n
Fastest Sperm in A Million5.37am, August Twenty-ninth, Nineteen Ninety-one
Zeus Had A Field DayVirgo
Your Elements Combine…Earth Sheep
My Broken RecordWell, luffies, where shall I start? My mum, my dear mum, is Allie Miller, and she runs the local bar, Captian Milleu's Tavern, and she is certainly a captian, if not the Captian. Captian of mysteries, secrets, and stories, all right. My dad? Don't know too much about him, luff, and I don't care to. Left when I was about two, or three, I can't really remember that far back. Who can? Anyway, my mum raised me by herself, and did a pretty good job, even though the love can be slightly daft at times. I guess her daftness gives things a right bit of fun every now and then. Especially when someone tries to guess her age. I don't even know it.
Anyway, it's not too hard to figure that my mum is Pagan. Now, I love that woman, I really do, but Paganism isn't my fetch. I am Jewish, and proudly so. I never really learned about what Jewish was until middle school, as my mother is Pagan, my dad isn't around, and we don't have any close family near our place. So when I first learned about it, I was immediatly curious. It was kind of that 'Oh, there're other religious beliefs out there? That's amazing!' type of thing. I'll admit, there was also some 'I'm sick and tired of her rambling in Pagan, and I want something else!' going on. But I like to believe that it was mostly the first one, and that's what I like my mum to believe, too. Surprisingly enough, she let me choose whatever religion I want. So I studied, not excesevly, but I did read up on the subject, and when I decided Judaism was for me, I was happy. I'm not that great at it yet, and I can barely understand Hebrew, but I just feel seriously great when I call myself Jewish, you know?
At school, I'm an okay student, despite the fact that I'm very bad at keeping concentration. School is so boring, it's a wonder I haven't been driven right mad. Actually, the only subjects that I like are music, art, and literature. They are seriously the best subjects in the world, and everything else is just daft. Why must things like math and history even exsist? The world could do without math, and you know how they say 'Those who don't know their history are doomed to repeat it'? Well, I believe that those who DO know history are doomed to know it's repeating. So why bother, hm?
My mum and I made good lives, working at the Tavern. Sometimes she can get a little embarrassing, when she forgets about the person trying to check in or randomly bursts out in songs most women around her supposed age should know or like. But then, who am I to stereotype? In the world I grew up in, stereotypes and prejudice were the norm that I hated. Kids at school would assume that since my mother had been, for lack of a better term, hippie, and since my father wasn't around, I must be one of those 'hippies' growing up in poverty, loving everyone, smoking pot. They also assumed, for some odd reason, that I'd be dumb. Sorry, loves. They soon came to realize that I wasn't exactly the hippie type, especialy when I started wearing what would be considered 'scene' or 'emo' fashion when I was ten. Live and learn, huh? At least I've made a few friend by now...
So here's a summary for those of you who just skimmed, like I do with history and science homework: I was born to two people who were very hippie-ish, my dad left when I was two, my mum raised me by herself, and I'm very un-normal. As a final statment, I'm also kutzy to the point of falling out the upstairs window, which I have done. And there I am for you, luffies!
Up in the Clouds (YAWP!) 01)Well, other then that, what's happened in my life? Not much. Of course, I do have a few stories. For instance, the little silver lighter I'm somtimes seen holding? There's quite a story behind that. When I was eight, I was walking down our street, comming back from a store not too far away from our house, when I heard some music. I looked around, but it was getting dark and kind of hard to see. So I followed where the music seemed to come from, and after a moment or two of searching, I found a man huddled over a guitar, the case open in front of him, with only a few coins in it. I listened for a second, awed. Then, after he was finnished, I placed the money that I hadn't used in the guitar case. He looked up at me, and asked a very interesting question. He asked me if I liked elephants. I nodded, and he told me that I should never smoke. It was bad for me. He told me never, never, never do it, no matter what. So I nodded again, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out the lighter, which the love handed to me presently. I will never smoke.
02)Another great thing that's happened in my life, was the story of how I learned about what Judaism was. I was helping my mum in her tavern, sweeping up the floor and busing tables, when I see this old woman doing some sort of ritual. She was off in her own corner, and no body was really paying much attention to her, except for me. I watched while she seemed to make actions that she'd memorized a long time ago, and it was captivating. Then, since I was curious, I went over and asked her what she was doing. I was blunt and straightforward even then. The luff looked at me, but didn't really stop what she was doing for a while. I stayed, watching the whole time, of course, and when she was done, she explained it to me. My eyes lit up, and pretty soon I was asking so many questions, she must have thought her ears werre going to fall off. You know how in cartoons, a light bulb lights up when someone finally understands? Well, on of the tavern's overhead lights flickered on when I ran out of questions. Great story, huh?
03)Mmkay, you want another happy memory? I guess that would have to be when I was thirteen. I made my first real friend, and his name was Colin. He was new to school, moving around because his father couldn't keep one house's rent for very long, so he was an outcast, too. Anyway, we met at school, on a day when there was an assembly that I didn't really want to go to. I knew he'd been there for a while, but I didn't really ever talk to the love until I bumped into him, ditching. He'll tell you that I kidnapped him and dragged him away from the saftey of the school, ultimatly dragging him into a rebelious and wild life. I'll tell you the same thing. We spent the whole day in and out of music and book stores. We're partners in crime.
Skeletons in my Closet 01)So, if you didn't just skim my history up there, you'll remember that I'm very klutzy, and that I've fallen out a window. Well, what I was doing, was staying up late in my room after my mum told me to go to bed a whole bunch of times. I didn't want to, and, being only six, informed her that I'd rather jump out the window, which I presently sat upon. Mum got upset, and finally gave me an ultimatum, which was get in bed or I'd have extra chores and no dessert for a week. At that point, I stood up, when somehow slipped and fell out the open window. I broke my arm, a leg, and two ribs, which, needless to say, was painful! I knew that it was my fault, for being fresh with my mother, which I learned not to do, even though she kept insisting that it was her fault. I also learned that my mother is a very protective woman. Laughing is hard when your broken, but the sight of my mum as angry as she was, it terrified me and made me laugh at the same time.
02)Another memory I'm not that fond of is also one that I can't seem to get rid of. It was the one time I asked my mum about my dad. When I went to school, I'd hear kids talk about their fathers, or step fathers, or uncles, and I didn't have any of those. So I was curious, and asked. I wish I hadn't. My mum got this seriously sad look in her eyes and brushed off the question. It surprised me so much, and I never asked again. I'm pretty sure my mother is still in love with my dad, where ever and who ever he is. I realized love must be a powerful thing. Wonderful, painful, and powerful.
03)What kid doesn't have bad dreams? Seriously. But here's one for you anyway: I'm sitting in the tavern with my best mate, Colin, and all of a sudden, she has to move. I mean move like his dad is getting kicked out again. So he moved very very far away, and we loose touch. Then, I'm so sad and alone, that I can't think straight, and I worry my mother. I don't pay attention to what I'm doing, and I accidentaly bump into this guy who is a serial killer. Yes, I know, random, but it was a dream. He pulls a gun on me, and suddenly, my mother is in the way, whether by choice of random chance. He pulls the trigger, and she dies at my feet. Then, by mistake, the cops come and throw ME in jail instead. I'm sitting in the cell, my happiness blown to pieces with a .45 gun. I woke up from that dream and told myself that I had to be happy at all times, and keep myself alert. Crazy as it may seem, I realized that being sad over things I can't help isn't going to get me anywhere, and it could lead to disasterous results.
Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall Personality? Mmkay, luff, you asked for it. First off, I'm a rebel. I don't care to conform, I'd must rather not, seriously. I dressing in what I want, believe in what I want, and have my own oppinions. I think I got this general idea from my mother, who believes in rights and free oppinions and things like that(I mean, she rocked out with the Beatles! Seriously!), but I took it and made it a little more hard core. My style is something that's very hard to find, much less copy, and it fits me perfectly. I like things that are cute and harmless, as well as minorly creepy and dark. Put them together, and how seriously wicked is the look? My fetch exactly.
Another thing about me is I can be seriously hyperactive and right ferocious when I want to be. Well, really luff, I can't really decide I'm going to be hyperactive, unless I decide to down some cake and sweets. If I do, then look out. I can be wild. I like to think I become fun wild, though, the exactly opposite of a person who sits and lets everyone else make decisions, then follows along quietly. I am not one for being quiet, let me tell you. Also, I can be right firey when it comes to a...debate...which, when I'm 'debating' with Jade and them, can be mad fun. I dunno, maybe it's the rebel-ness and the hyperactivity inside of me putting this together, but I like to stand u for my beliefs and therefore, I like to argue. I mean, debate.
Now, for me, there are really only two seasons-- happy and sad, bright and dark, joyful and depressing. In the spring and summer, I am wild and carefree and more excitable then I am in the fall and winter. Change in weather, change in emotions. Myba it's because most of my happy memories seemed to be in the spring and summer, and most of my painful memories were in the fall and winter. Don't get me wrong, the holidays in the winter and fall can be wickedly fun, but most of the time, it's boring and dark, which makes me kind of sad. I like the spring and summer- the happy season- so much better, because then it's easier to stick to my promise of being as happy as I can for my mother.
I am Fortune’s Fool If I could change something about myself, it would probably be how curious and hyper I am. Now, those two traits by themselves are fine, but when I use them together, the results are anywhere from embarrising to harmful. I'll ask questions on impulse, or compulsively get into fi- debates, that I can't win. I usually end up being owned, which is not fun on my side. I like it much better when netiher one of us ownz, and then we can seriously agree to disagree.
More Than B Positive
+Fall Out Boy
+White Stripes
+KT Tunstall
+OkGo!
+Modest Mouse
+The Plain White Tee's
+HelloGoodbye
+The Automatic
+The Killers
+The Disturbed
Shadows on a Silver Screen
+Shall We Dance
+It's a Wonderful Life
+The Grapes of Wrath
+Vertigo
+Funny Face
+Harvey
+Mister Roberts
+Top Hat
+Royal Wedding
+12 Angry Men
Luscious Sustenance
+Chocolate Cake
+Rock candy
+Chocolate Chip cookies
+Matzo balls
+Pizza
+Challah
+Latkas
+Apples
Cardboard Rocket
+Doctor Who
+Eureka!
+Star Trek
+Grey's Anatomy
+CSI
Raindrops on Roses
+Debating
+Listening to Music
+Reading good literature
+Studying Hebrew
+Cooking my favorite foods
+Dancing alone
+Having fun
+Being with my mum and friends
+Picking out my wardrobe
+Rebeling against the norm
Spell on the Page
+Much Ado About Nothing
+A Midsummer Night's Dream
+The DaVinci Code
+Memiors of a Teenage Amnesiac
+Elsewhere
+A Wrinkle in Time
+A Wind in the Door
+Chasing Vermeer
Word of the Day
+Shakespeare
+Shel Sliverstien
+Blue Balliett
+Madeleine L'engle
+Harleen Quinzel
+My mother
+God
+Robin Hawkins
Dazzling Kryptonite Batman. The original Batman, who would always put the good of other people above him. My favorite villan would have to be Cat Woman, for she is mysterious, romantic, and very good at getting Batman caught up in her plans, the poor love. I love how their lives and actions seem to tango one another a lot of the time. It makes for an excellent story.
And If I Built This Fortress… I have not been shot with any heart shaped arows, no. Cupid has not beat me with his passionate wrath. After seeing the pain in my mums eyes when I asked her about my father, and watching my peers do incredibly thick things in the name of 'love', I'm not in any hurry to find a romantic mate. I'm perfectly fine with people of either gender, and I have guys as friends as well as girls, but love is soemthing that can wait until the teenage hormones die down.
Oh, swear not by the loon x3
Figmented Imagination
 Figmented Imagination · Mon Jul 21, 2008 @ 07:00am · 0 Comments |
