Meme time!
stolen from spindlelimbs:
Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out.
NAME
My full name is Christina Dorothy Katherine Kirsten Patricia Davies. Yes, that does mean I have four middle names. The reason is because I was the youngest girl, and it was known that I would be the last child `cause my mom couldn't have any more, lest she risk her health/life (she already had to give up a baby before, when it was still developing in the womb, and I was a surprise). So, my mom wanted me to have all the important female names in my family (Katherine, Kirsten, and Patricia are all the names of my aunts, and Dorothy is the name of one of my grandmothers). The fact I was named Christina (meaning bearer of Christ) became pretty ironic later on in my life when I became an atheist. Well, my mom didn't really name me that because of the meaning, but because it sounded like a pretty name, but I found it kinda funny.
AGE
15. Yep. I think I'm an older soul, though. Some teens my age make me feel like I want to bash my head against a wall.
LOCATION
Carlisle, Pennsylvania. That's in Central PA, and god, I don't know. It's really pretty, but, the people sometimes really get on my nerves. The people here tend to be really conservative and religious and tight knit, but if you aren't apart of their community or social norms, it just, it's not that great a place to be. Unless you live in like, Harrisburg, all you will ever hear when it comes to politics is how shitty Obama is, and I don't like that. The more liberal among us have this small joke about how conservative the more suburban and rural parts of the state are - 'You're living in Central PA, hun' - and I feel like I just don't belong here sometimes. Most of the people who live where I do are rather well to do, and do these jobs that lack a soul. And as an artist, it's just so uninspiring. I can't wait to get out of here. I really want to move to a big city (possibly NYC, since it'd be easier to commute back here for the holidays and stuff) because, it just has more life, and more opportunities for artists, and... okay, going off on a tangent here, but you get the idea. I want to try my hand at city life, small town life just isn't for me.
PARTNER
Oohhh, oh dear. Um, last year I had a boyfriend, and he was super sweet, but I realized I wanted him more as a friend and so we mutually broke up. It was okay for a while, but slowly he became kind of a dick to me, and on the last day of school, right before homeroom, he told me I was annoying sometimes and blamed me for the relationship not turning out so well/ending. Um, ouch. Later on that day, while I was waiting for my dad to pick me up in the Borders near my school, he texted me and apologized and I forgave him, but, well, yeah. This year he changed, became a bit of a dick, doesn't really talk to me or my group of friends, but. I don't know. The other day was scary though, because over the daily announcements our principal told us that he got into a car accident the day before and was okay but his other friend wasn't and I was just so scared for a second. He's gonna be okay but. God. I don't even want to think about it. Things may have gotten bad between us, but he was my friend, and a good one, and. Stuff like that jolts you, you know?
But, ah, yeah. That was my only relationship, and I don't really plan on getting into a future one at the moment. I'm 15, you know? I have more important things to be worrying about. Plus, I don't really think I all that good when it comes to relationships. I'm a recluse >:
KIDS
HAHAHA no. Honestly, I think I'm way too young to decide whether I want kids, or even if I want to get married, but right now it just doesn't appeal to me. (Also, if I wanted kids, I'd probably adopt them, or help kids out in foster programs.) Idk, still too young.
BROTHERS/SISTERS
I have 3 older siblings. My sister Michelle, the oldest at 23, (also 2 months older than Ryan Ross) is the most amazing and closest person to me in the entire world. She's an amazing artist, is currently coloring comic books and trying to find a job in animation, and is kind of my mentor in art. Not even kidding, whenever I show her a sketch or drawing, she has at least three critiques or comments so that I can get better. It's really helpful, yet kind of frustrating at times and I'm really thankful for it. Go check out her work (that last one is the illustrator she works with, but the coloring in some of the panels is her work. She's colored stuff for William Shatner by the way, and comics about Oprah and Michelle Obama. So, yeah.) I LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH.
My oldest brother, Richard, turned 20 yesterday, but he is an idiot. He finally got his first job last week, but doesn't have a driver's license or ID, it took him an extra year to graduate high school, and he frustrates the fuck out of our family. He's a problem child, and I don't feel like touching upon the matter any further. (He is also a emo kid. A 20-year-old emo kid who needs to grow the fuck up.) Um. There's tension, y'know? Moving on.
Andrew! He's only two years older than me at 17, so we're the closest in age. He's a ginger kid, is colorblind, and is kind of completely ridiculous. He can kind of be a dick, but I think that it's just him trying to be funny. We sometimes get into epic arguments and yelling matches, but I think someday we'll be best friends, just like we were when we were little kids. He wants to be and accountant, which makes me lawl to no end. He's going to college next year. Maybe then I'll get his room with the nice big window...? Probably not.
PETS
We have a cow cat named Kenpachi, but we call him Ken for short. He has a Hitler mustache, is fat, and has a diva attitude. Michelle found him up at college before a big snowstorm, and he's been ours ever since. We love him ♥
When I was younger, though, we kept getting hermit crabs whenever we went to the shore. They were named Bob I, Bob II, and Bob III. True facts.
LIST THE 3-5 BIGGEST THINGS GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE
Mormor, my grandmother in Denmark, isn't doing too well at the moment. I'm kinda sad about it even if I didn't really know her all that much. It sucks, `cause I never really got to know her, to speak with her, and I probably won't even get to go to her funeral `cause she's all the way across the ocean. I don't know. It's still a surprise she's lived this long though, considering she's been smoking since she was 12 and has, like, every type of cancer known to man. Oh! I drew her a picture!
We got a new car not too long ago! Not all that new actually, it's a `92 Saturn, but newer! See, we got into an accident the other week, and while the car we had could still be driven, it could cost too much to repair and we needed a new car anyway, so, yay! A working radio and air conditioning!
I'm doing ridiculously well in school. I have a 96 average overall, and I love my religion teacher and he loves me. There's something to be said about being an openly out atheist at a catholic high school, and somehow I've gotten popular in religion class because of it. My teachers are also crazy awesome this year, and for that I have to be thankful for.
We still do not have a working oven. Does that count as one? And I might get a new ipod for Christmas. My old one died in September, so I've been going without music for a while now. THIS IS A BIG DEAL, I NEED MUSIC TO FUNCTION PROPERLY.
PARENTS
Ahhhh. Well, my mom is from Denmark, and while my dad was visiting Europe after he finished college, he and my mom met in Copenhagen by chance, fell madly and deeply in love, and got married 3 days after. They had 4 kids in the course of almost 20 years, and while my sister was going to college, my mom got a job at Wal-Mart to help with the tuition and stuff. Theeeeen she made some bad choices concerning money, credit cards, and friends, and kind of left us. She ran away to become a truck driver. Yeah. But I love her! Even if she is an idiot and makes absolutely no sense at times! But yeah, that was tough. I do not wish for something like that to happen to us again. She's a really good mom besides all that. I love her.
My dad... he's interesting. He's from an Irish catholic upbringing, large family, strict military father that served in WWII. But he had a schizophrenic mother he had to take care of, which I think somehow warped his view of the role of women in family. And he can be a conservative prick. Politics don't go well in our household. Neither does religion, which is surprising since we were all convinced he was a closeted atheist, but apparently confirmation and tradition and making him happy means more than his own daughter's choice when it comes to her own beliefs-- um. Confirmation was a big issue. I didn't want to, and I made damn sure I didn't, whether he liked it or not.
But he isn't all that bad. He just doesn't know how to be a good father, emotionally.
WHO ARE SOME OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS?
At school I have a bunch of close friends. There's Dayalis, or Day, who's from Puerto Rico and is adorable. She was one of my first friends when I was a freshman, and probably one of the closest I have. She was the only person out of my school friends I called and talked to after Panic split up. Blake (who is a girl, btw) can be a narcissistic bitch, but when she's not being annoying as all hell and/or condescending she's a really good friend. Hunter is adorable
and I love him. He's filled with awesome and hugs and more awesome. There's also Marie and Emma and Anne Marie (who was lovingly named Christinita, or Little Christina, by my other friends when they met her) and some others. I also have a really close friend, Brittany, who I haven't seen in a while, but she's been my friend for ages, and I doubt that will ever change.
You know it's funny, but I've made most of my lj friends because of Patd splitting up. Oh well! spindlelimbs and chev_tries_hard are my closest post!panicsplit buddies. Maureeeeeeeen, I love youuuuuu ♥
Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out.
NAME
My full name is Christina Dorothy Katherine Kirsten Patricia Davies. Yes, that does mean I have four middle names. The reason is because I was the youngest girl, and it was known that I would be the last child `cause my mom couldn't have any more, lest she risk her health/life (she already had to give up a baby before, when it was still developing in the womb, and I was a surprise). So, my mom wanted me to have all the important female names in my family (Katherine, Kirsten, and Patricia are all the names of my aunts, and Dorothy is the name of one of my grandmothers). The fact I was named Christina (meaning bearer of Christ) became pretty ironic later on in my life when I became an atheist. Well, my mom didn't really name me that because of the meaning, but because it sounded like a pretty name, but I found it kinda funny.
AGE
15. Yep. I think I'm an older soul, though. Some teens my age make me feel like I want to bash my head against a wall.
LOCATION
Carlisle, Pennsylvania. That's in Central PA, and god, I don't know. It's really pretty, but, the people sometimes really get on my nerves. The people here tend to be really conservative and religious and tight knit, but if you aren't apart of their community or social norms, it just, it's not that great a place to be. Unless you live in like, Harrisburg, all you will ever hear when it comes to politics is how shitty Obama is, and I don't like that. The more liberal among us have this small joke about how conservative the more suburban and rural parts of the state are - 'You're living in Central PA, hun' - and I feel like I just don't belong here sometimes. Most of the people who live where I do are rather well to do, and do these jobs that lack a soul. And as an artist, it's just so uninspiring. I can't wait to get out of here. I really want to move to a big city (possibly NYC, since it'd be easier to commute back here for the holidays and stuff) because, it just has more life, and more opportunities for artists, and... okay, going off on a tangent here, but you get the idea. I want to try my hand at city life, small town life just isn't for me.
PARTNER
Oohhh, oh dear. Um, last year I had a boyfriend, and he was super sweet, but I realized I wanted him more as a friend and so we mutually broke up. It was okay for a while, but slowly he became kind of a dick to me, and on the last day of school, right before homeroom, he told me I was annoying sometimes and blamed me for the relationship not turning out so well/ending. Um, ouch. Later on that day, while I was waiting for my dad to pick me up in the Borders near my school, he texted me and apologized and I forgave him, but, well, yeah. This year he changed, became a bit of a dick, doesn't really talk to me or my group of friends, but. I don't know. The other day was scary though, because over the daily announcements our principal told us that he got into a car accident the day before and was okay but his other friend wasn't and I was just so scared for a second. He's gonna be okay but. God. I don't even want to think about it. Things may have gotten bad between us, but he was my friend, and a good one, and. Stuff like that jolts you, you know?
But, ah, yeah. That was my only relationship, and I don't really plan on getting into a future one at the moment. I'm 15, you know? I have more important things to be worrying about. Plus, I don't really think I all that good when it comes to relationships. I'm a recluse >:
KIDS
HAHAHA no. Honestly, I think I'm way too young to decide whether I want kids, or even if I want to get married, but right now it just doesn't appeal to me. (Also, if I wanted kids, I'd probably adopt them, or help kids out in foster programs.) Idk, still too young.
BROTHERS/SISTERS
I have 3 older siblings. My sister Michelle, the oldest at 23, (also 2 months older than Ryan Ross) is the most amazing and closest person to me in the entire world. She's an amazing artist, is currently coloring comic books and trying to find a job in animation, and is kind of my mentor in art. Not even kidding, whenever I show her a sketch or drawing, she has at least three critiques or comments so that I can get better. It's really helpful, yet kind of frustrating at times and I'm really thankful for it. Go check out her work (that last one is the illustrator she works with, but the coloring in some of the panels is her work. She's colored stuff for William Shatner by the way, and comics about Oprah and Michelle Obama. So, yeah.) I LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH.
My oldest brother, Richard, turned 20 yesterday, but he is an idiot. He finally got his first job last week, but doesn't have a driver's license or ID, it took him an extra year to graduate high school, and he frustrates the fuck out of our family. He's a problem child, and I don't feel like touching upon the matter any further. (He is also a emo kid. A 20-year-old emo kid who needs to grow the fuck up.) Um. There's tension, y'know? Moving on.
Andrew! He's only two years older than me at 17, so we're the closest in age. He's a ginger kid, is colorblind, and is kind of completely ridiculous. He can kind of be a dick, but I think that it's just him trying to be funny. We sometimes get into epic arguments and yelling matches, but I think someday we'll be best friends, just like we were when we were little kids. He wants to be and accountant, which makes me lawl to no end. He's going to college next year. Maybe then I'll get his room with the nice big window...? Probably not.
PETS
We have a cow cat named Kenpachi, but we call him Ken for short. He has a Hitler mustache, is fat, and has a diva attitude. Michelle found him up at college before a big snowstorm, and he's been ours ever since. We love him ♥
When I was younger, though, we kept getting hermit crabs whenever we went to the shore. They were named Bob I, Bob II, and Bob III. True facts.
LIST THE 3-5 BIGGEST THINGS GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE
Mormor, my grandmother in Denmark, isn't doing too well at the moment. I'm kinda sad about it even if I didn't really know her all that much. It sucks, `cause I never really got to know her, to speak with her, and I probably won't even get to go to her funeral `cause she's all the way across the ocean. I don't know. It's still a surprise she's lived this long though, considering she's been smoking since she was 12 and has, like, every type of cancer known to man. Oh! I drew her a picture!
We got a new car not too long ago! Not all that new actually, it's a `92 Saturn, but newer! See, we got into an accident the other week, and while the car we had could still be driven, it could cost too much to repair and we needed a new car anyway, so, yay! A working radio and air conditioning!
I'm doing ridiculously well in school. I have a 96 average overall, and I love my religion teacher and he loves me. There's something to be said about being an openly out atheist at a catholic high school, and somehow I've gotten popular in religion class because of it. My teachers are also crazy awesome this year, and for that I have to be thankful for.
We still do not have a working oven. Does that count as one? And I might get a new ipod for Christmas. My old one died in September, so I've been going without music for a while now. THIS IS A BIG DEAL, I NEED MUSIC TO FUNCTION PROPERLY.
PARENTS
Ahhhh. Well, my mom is from Denmark, and while my dad was visiting Europe after he finished college, he and my mom met in Copenhagen by chance, fell madly and deeply in love, and got married 3 days after. They had 4 kids in the course of almost 20 years, and while my sister was going to college, my mom got a job at Wal-Mart to help with the tuition and stuff. Theeeeen she made some bad choices concerning money, credit cards, and friends, and kind of left us. She ran away to become a truck driver. Yeah. But I love her! Even if she is an idiot and makes absolutely no sense at times! But yeah, that was tough. I do not wish for something like that to happen to us again. She's a really good mom besides all that. I love her.
My dad... he's interesting. He's from an Irish catholic upbringing, large family, strict military father that served in WWII. But he had a schizophrenic mother he had to take care of, which I think somehow warped his view of the role of women in family. And he can be a conservative prick. Politics don't go well in our household. Neither does religion, which is surprising since we were all convinced he was a closeted atheist, but apparently confirmation and tradition and making him happy means more than his own daughter's choice when it comes to her own beliefs-- um. Confirmation was a big issue. I didn't want to, and I made damn sure I didn't, whether he liked it or not.
But he isn't all that bad. He just doesn't know how to be a good father, emotionally.
WHO ARE SOME OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS?
At school I have a bunch of close friends. There's Dayalis, or Day, who's from Puerto Rico and is adorable. She was one of my first friends when I was a freshman, and probably one of the closest I have. She was the only person out of my school friends I called and talked to after Panic split up. Blake (who is a girl, btw) can be a narcissistic bitch, but when she's not being annoying as all hell and/or condescending she's a really good friend. Hunter is adorable
and I love him. He's filled with awesome and hugs and more awesome. There's also Marie and Emma and Anne Marie (who was lovingly named Christinita, or Little Christina, by my other friends when they met her) and some others. I also have a really close friend, Brittany, who I haven't seen in a while, but she's been my friend for ages, and I doubt that will ever change.
You know it's funny, but I've made most of my lj friends because of Patd splitting up. Oh well! spindlelimbs and chev_tries_hard are my closest post!panicsplit buddies. Maureeeeeeeen, I love youuuuuu ♥