My Life

Well, here you are. Reading about my life. I hope you enjoy! I have organized it in chronological order. I hate doing the category thing. But anyways...read it!

Well, here goes. Let's begin with where I was born. I was born in San Antonio, TX. I have never lived there, I was just born there. My first home was just a little ways off from San Antonio, in Victoria. I lived in Victoria in the same house until the 3rd grade. My best friends at that time were Natalie Ricks and Hilary Keonig. But they dare not acknowledge this today. I had another friend named Kevin Cerillo. He was a very close friend. I was also friends with a guy named Matt Friemal. However, I believe he fits into the same category as the girls I mentioned before.

Anyways, then my dad got a job offer and we had to move 300 miles north of Victoria. Our home ended up being in the country on a lake. It was beautiful. I hated it at first because I missed my friends and family. But I quickly changed my mind about that.

The first school I attended while living there was in a town a few miles away called Whitney. I attended it until my 6th grade year, I think. After awhile I just couldn't handle the snobby people there. I mean, none of them had any reason to be snobby, they just were. So, we looked around and found another smaller school a couple of miles in the other direction. It was located in an extremly small town called Kopperl. The Kopperl Eagles!

I fell in love with this school. Not because the students were so much better. You still had your occassional snob and bully that had yet to grow up. But the atmosphere was so much different. It was much more laid back and I had a lot of fun there. The only thing I disliked was the main bully of our class, who also happened to be a girl. Melissa McArthur. She thought she was so cool. I think everyone dispised her behind her back. I befriended her only because I was tired of her picking at me and my sister. However there friendship never lasted long, because she would treat my friends bad or simply get mad over nothing and hate me again. She was never really a friend.

I played a lot of sports at Kopperl. I played golf, tennis, basketball, volleyball and I ran track and cross country. I was also a cheerleader for one year. I would never do that again. I HATED THEM! Geez, they thought they were tough. Boy did they think they were the thing. They were just a pathetic group of unskilled cheerleaders and I was disgusted to be a part of it.

Anyways, so life went on. I began highschool and had sort of my first bf. But it only lasted about 3-4 days because he realized I wasn't the "easy" girl he was looking for. So naturally he found another quickly. She claimed to be my friend. Yeah right. Anyone who dated him after knowing he was like that probably has no class. That or they are just desperate.

Awhile after that I met a guy at a track meet. He was amazing. (Note the word "was"). We began dating at the end of my freshman year. At first it was like heaven! His name is Beau Brabbin.

So, again, life went on. For awhile it started to feel perfect. I began becoming popular in school. In one year I managed to become the class president and the sophomore princess. Boy was I proud of myself. I know that isn't a huge accomplishment, however it is quite a jump from the status that I started at.

Then in December of '98, my house burned down. Right before Christmas. At the time, I knew my life had ended. All hopes and dreams seemed to blow away in the remaining ashes. It was a nightmare.

My parents allowed us to finish our sophomore year at Kopperl. Then we were forced to move back to Victoria, to care for my grandmother who was becoming sick. Once again torn from a former life. I missed my friends, the lake, the country, my school and Beau. However, my seperation w/him was inevitable seeing as how he was going into the army. However, we did not break up. In fact we stayed together and even got engaged.

So, once again. There I was in Victoria again. I had to finish up my last 2 years at Victoria High School. My senior year it changed to Memorial High School. There was much anger and debate on this, but I didn't care one way or the other. Oh yeah, HOW AWEFUL, to change the name of the school. YOu know what I say to those people who complained endlessly over it? DEAL. You could have a lot worse happen to you. Some people think they have it so hard.

Anyways, I was never so happy as the day I graduated from that stupid school. Never in my life have I seen such politics in a school. It was absolutely unreal. The worst "clique" or group was the Victoriadores and the cheerleaders. They all thought they were goddesses! You had to laugh. Because in 10 years no one will care how high they could kick their legs, or how many flips they can do. But these were the things that made them cool...interesting.

I made some very good friends in highschool. I don't keep in touch with all of them. So I will just list my main hang out friends which is Cortney Hartley and Joey Bruns. I don't have a lot of friends, because I cannot be friends with someone who does things that I don't respect. And that's probably 95% of Victoria. Or any town at that.

So anyways, I began college...oh how exciting. But I love it so much more than highschool! Finally! I have gotten away from the stupid highschool attitude. Highschool was overflowing with immaturity. Because in general that is simply how teens are today. Only a select few seem to be able to see what's really going on. And yes, I consider myself to be one of them. I do have reasoning behind all of this. However, it would take a long time to explain.

Now we are starting to get to the recent parts. Let's see. Well, me and Beau were still together. He had been in the army for about 2 years and we had been dating for almost 4. And were currently engaged. Then one day on the phone he got upset and broke up with me. And he had no reason that he could tell me!

Let me give you a litte background on this interesting relationship of mine. As I said earlier, when I first started dating Beau he was almost perfect. We got along great! Then...he went into the army. Next thing I know I have found myself in a relationship with someone else. Now he smoked, did drugs and was beginning to cover himself in tatooes. He became extremly racist against blacks. He developed an extremly cocky attitude. In a sense, he became everything I never wanted in a guy. The Beau I fell in love with died a long time ago. So perhaps, it was best that he broke up with me. Well, if you wanna get technical we went on a "break". But after a week or two, I said "Look, if you don't love me for who I am now, you never did, and you never will. Because this is who I am and I have never changed and I never will. Because I don't let things influence me like that." I said "You are the one who changed." And you know what? He disagrees. He says I changed.....HA! Big joke. I guess that makes him feel better about himself. I don't know. Whatever. Then I told him"Ok, I love you, but I don't want this not knowing what going to happen stuff. Don't ever call me again unless you just really want to, unless you actually want to hear my voice. That way, I'll know how you feel." I gave him this option because I knew he was too much of a pussy to tell me the real reason. And ever since then he has not called. But, I'm ok with that. Because at least I know. And what's even better? I'm totally over him.

I mean, sure it hurt at first. When I said forever, I meant it. I loved him, and I would have loved him forever despite his flaws. But forever meant nothing to him. He threw it around like it was nothing.

But you know what's bad? He had been feeling that way for a long time. And yet he still came to visit me and...well...it is embarassing...but he still had sex with me. I could let this get to me enough to strangle myself. He used me. He didn't have the balls to break up with me when he began feeling this way. And he let me keep loving him. God! That's so evil!

But, life goes on. Like I said, I am over him. Because the more I thought about it, the madder I got and the easier it became to just let it go. So I did. And I feel 10 times better...no 100 times better! Life is good at the moment.

THE END....FOR NOW