Who are you? The biography thread

[razz]

i didn't see another thread leik this, so i decided to make a "story of my life" thread, for those who want to know more about each other, or want to tell others

[fernandito]

Start us off then

[razz]

would rather not, but fine...
I am Razz. (that's the only name you'll ever know me by). i was born in Flint, Michigan, 1991, to Deborah Kelly and Joseph Hurley. I never met my faddah as he was on the run due to having 12 kids with different mothers, and not being able to afford child support, lowlife that he is.
In school i did poorly (still do) in math, and excelled greatly in literature, taking reading classes moving ahead two grades (in literature at least) in my kindergarten year. my family moved around Flint constantly as work was hard to find, and my brother tended to destroy property (particularly windows ) from the ages of 7 to 10 i was in and out of foster care due to the inability to find a job in Flint. in 2001 my family returned to Flint and began to attend Southwestern academy in the Sixth Grade, and still attend there entering my senior year. I began reading Crichton as early as 3rd grade doesn't mean i understood it well), and read my first Stephen King Novel, Cujo in sixth grade for a book report. I still think have (part of) a clay, bloody model of the dog and the roof part of the car. 2 years ago my Geometry teacher recommended the Dark Tower novels. I read the entire series in a month, and have been hooked since. I joined thedarktower.org in november 2007, but wasn't socially active until April of this year. I had no real hobbies other than reading, writing, and gaming, until 2006, of which i picked up the art of hackey sack (if you don't think it's an art, go rot). I'm not social offline, with only a dozen or so friends who i don't contact in the summer. little else to say

[obscurejude]

Razz, I hack too my friend. I fucking love it, but its hard to find people that are any good. Have you ever played the hackey version of volleyball? You need six good players and you play on a tennis court- extremely fun. When I was in ninth grade, I did an oral report on hacking for my R.O.T.C. class. I started hacking at the end of the report in my uniform, demonstrating the awesomness of the lost art form.

Anyways, hack on Razz, hack on.

[razz]

Anyways, hack on Razz, hack on.

so, what's YOUR story, Jade?

[obscurejude]

Jade?

[razz]

sounds leik a reasonable abbreviation. j00 wish for me not to call j00 that?

[obscurejude]

I prefer Jude or Ryan home slice. OJ is cool too.

I think Jade is a female name and I have a penis.

[razz]

wait...oh shit...sorry. i was reading j00r name as Obscurejade, not Jude

[Bethany]

I think Jade is a female name and I have a penis.

jade has been claimed by both sexes.
but it was still nice of you to slip your penis in that post.

[obscurejude]

[obscurejude]

wait...oh shit...sorry. i was reading j00r name as Obscurejade, not Jude

My user name is from a Thomas Hardy book called Jude the Obscure.

[razz]

sorry. So what's j00r story, JUDE?

[obscurejude]

No problem, maybe later Razz. I just got home from work and I need to unwind awhile (guitar, beer, videogames).

[razz]

you mean you need to escape

[obscurejude]

Basically.

[jayson]

No problem, maybe later Razz. I just got home from work and I need to unwind awhile (guitar, beer, videogames).

always good to see a man with his priorities sorted out

[Brice]

Razz:The fact that you have a dozen or so friends makes you the most social person I know.
I don't have any friends.
I do have enemies though.

No one will be my enemy.
I have asked.

[razz]

I will be your enemy Brice.
You are a worthless stinking punk. you have no value as a person, and are a liability to this site.
feel better?

[Daghain]

Dude, you do realize the managers/facilitators are doing this elsewhere, aren't you?

They'll probably wait until their turn in The Way Station first.

[MonteGss]

Dude, you do realize the managers/facilitators are doing this elsewhere, aren't you?

I doubt it very much.

[ManOfWesternesse]

I will be your enemy Brice....[/B]
feel better?

I'll be your enemy Brice, if you want..?

You two want to seriously re-think this strategy, this is Brice! ..... sh*t , here he comes..... *vacates the area*

[Ves'Ka Gan]

Okay, well if Razzy is doing it--I'll bite.

I am almost 24 a Corporal in the USMC Reserves. I started out life in 1984 in a town called Los Banos, CA. For you spainish speakers, yes, I said the place was called the toilet, and yes, that's the REAL name. I grew up all over Merced County, CA but spent most of my life on the same street. I excelled in school (everywhere but math) and got heavily into the punk rock and heavy metal underground.

I got accepted into a hoity toity private university I couldn't afford, and therein wasted one year and 34 thousand dollars of the government and my parent's money. The war in Iraq started that year and although up until that point I was a self proclaimed anarchist, I wanted to be involved, so I joined the Reserves. I went to bootcamp January of 2004 and spent roughly a year and a half on active duty due to two stress fractures in my pelvis. I *finally* finished my training and moved to Maryland to be with the man I eventually married. He lost his everloving mind and we got divorced. I just moved to the Virginia suburbs of DC where I will stay until October when I move back to California.

I am getting my certification to become a personal trainer, then going back to school for sociology. I write a lot of fiction and someday hope to publish a volume on the Neo-Nazi skinhead culture and why subcultures like this exist (hence the sociology degree). I enjoy reading, writing, cycling (although my bike got stolen yesterday) and spending time with the love of my life.

[LadyHitchhiker]

I am a 27 year old gal who was born in Shreveport, LA. My father drove 90 miles an hour to get to the hospital (which was 45 minutes away) and then had to deliver me as the doctor had snuck out for a round of golf.

My father's job at the paper mill is why we ended up in the Upper Peninsula and I was 3.

As a young girl I was so near-sighted in my right eye I was almost blind. My parents thought I might be retarded because I was having problems doing things like going up the stairs and riding a tricycle. When they got me glasses, my whole life changed and I immediately began reading. I was 3 and a half, I believe.

I have two sisters (older) and one brother (younger). I went to the catholic school from pre-k through 8th grade and then on to the public school for high school. I hated Catholic school and was picked on immercifully. I was a tomboy and a bookworm. The girls hated me because I hung out with the boys, and the boys picked on me, because I was a very strange girl who they thought was a lesbian. I wasn't, to their dismay, I think.

I never decided what I wanted to do when I grow up, so instead of going to college I ended up in Mississippi for two years where I did my very best to become a super hero and saved as many animals as I could financially do, while working at the animal shelter, pizza hut, the vet's office, the farm, and McDonald's.

The crime was bad in Mississippi and after my cousin tried to set me up to lose my virginity to some ex con who tried to rape me, I decided even if I had to live in a box, I'd still rather live in Michigan. At least I got Linus - my half-siamese - while I was there or else it may have been a total bust and a total waste of living down there - especially since another cousin burned half my book that I was working on since I was 12. I still have Linus (and have finished my book!). He is now 8. He is the coolest of cats and does tricks, takes care of me when I'm sick, and is a mush-head. He was a reward to me from the lady who ran the shelter for all the hard work I put in. At the time he was completely wild and during the first year completely hyper (not letting me sleep more than a half hour at the time) and I didn't know what kind of reward he was. Sheila knew better and Sheila is wise and all-knowing in my book now for if I had known how good he would turn out to be, I would have adopted the rest of the litter.

I lived with my friend Claudia and her family when I moved back to Michigan until I got my own place. I got a job at the supermarket, worked there a few months - this is where I met my future husband - and got my own place. Problem is there was no working plumbing at this place. The toilet used to have a septic tank and instead of hooking it up to the city plumbing like they were supposed to, they simply removed the septic tank, so come winter, the sewage wasn't going anywhere. I ended up having to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth at work, taking a shower at my friends house, and buying water for the place. When I brought it to the landlady's attention, she told me that I would have to pay extra money if I wished for it to be fixed.

Then my shack got broken into the night that I was moving into Wally's place. I stabbed the guy in the arm with a fork, and I'm sure he rues the day he messed with me. I got out safely with my Linus and have been living with my husband ever since. Thank God that worked out!

It was three months into our relationship and I knew we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. He knew it too. He had a daughter from a previous marriage and I told him that if we were going to be serious that I needed to spend time with her. I never wanted kids but I absolutely 1000% fell in love with her. She decided Linus was lonely so we went to the animal shelter and picked out Mandarin. We still have him. He is 5, and he absolutely worshipped her.

LeAnn Marie died in 2005 of meningitis. I miss her every day. She, my husband, my cats, they were my world. Three months before she died, she told me that her mom didn't her to call her mom anymore. As she grew older, I would have told her she could have called me mom. I claim her as my own. I could not love a little girl more than I loved her. I call her my little girl. Let the world judge me for loving someone that "wasn't really my daughter" as much as I did, but that is how I feel. My adopted daughter, whether she knew at the time or not.

That same year, I almost lost my mom, we lost his dad, and we were married. I had to plan something good to happen that year or else I thought I would go insane. Then last spring we lost my father, and I decided to get out of working fast food - which I had been doing for 7 years. I decided that I had spent far too many years working in jobs where people didn't appreciate me and so therefore wasted so much time I could've been spending with my family. So I ended up working at Bookworld (dream job) and Cartridges and More (hated it and so moved onto Holiday Gas station). Early this year we had to put my dad's chocolate lab Gator to sleep. It was tough. His heart was going.

My mom and I are best friends and she recently got a puppy (not as a replacement) and we named him Travis McGee. He is a west highland terrier.

Now I am on the quest for a different second job instead of the gas station and working to get the rest of my book typed up and therefore published. Wish me luck!

[alinda]

Y'all are brave and wonderful to tell your stories. Thanks for sharing your "self" with us!