::10 things
4:41 p.m. - 2005-02-27
ten things that i've done that nearly all of you haven't...
(okay, i'm cheating and doing two lists--one of things i've done but am not necessarily proud of and another of things that you bitches can only dream of!!)
the bad first, so you can be cheered up by the ending:
1. psychoanalyzed at nine years old, put in therapy for seven years with christian counselors ONLY and borderline anorexic(?) at seventeen, which brings me to...
2. tried to kill myself, had my stomach pumped, and was consequently ordered into a mental hospital after a couple days in the icu.
3. had my mom and her missionary friend try to "exorcise"(?) me of the spirits of suicide and depression after all that crap.
4. 90 mg of adderall, 6 ritalin (roughly 180 mg?)... snorted, two lines of oxycontin (roughly 20 mg)... snorted, an eighth of some goddamn good marijuana (40 dollars for an eighth to give you an idea of quality), and just a couple shots of vodka--in a 24-hour period.
5. stayed up for about 60 hours straight... oh sweet god, you cannot imagine the pain.
6. worked a 16-hour shift of being on my feet the ENTIRE TIME, with a TWENTY-MINUTE break to sit down and eat "lunch" then for about TWELVE OF THESE HOURS, having to do extremely fast walking (up and down ramps... this is champp's here), while constantly lifting, scooping, carrying, and retrieving items... not to mention keeping up conversations with your CO-WORKERS, MANAGERS, and CUSTOMERS... customers who are occasionally snappy, mean, having a bad day, on your last nerve, escorted by 4 HORRENDOUS children, cheap, can't do math correctly, drink three glasses of soda before you can take their food order, messy, slow, treat you like a 5-year-old, say a bitchy comment about you while you're WITHIN EARSHOT, and need SIX RAMEKINS OF RANCH DRESSING.
sometimes, folks, it just got that bad.
no wonder i am hesitating on getting a second job as a server.
7. had a parent beat the crap out of me.
8. have a parent leave and say it was my fault.
9. be stuck alone in a strange house in a strange city until 6 o'clock... as i spent a birthday with said-parent-who-left for the first time EVER. and he gave me twenty-five dollars and brought home cold, half-eaten fast food for dinner. i cannot begin to explain this bastard.
10. spend approximately 500 dollars on drugs/alcohol in a monthlong period.
okay, but that's the PAST right... i am BEYOND all this... still adding to the list, it seems, but PAST this. that was then, this is now.
which brings me to good stuff i've managed to squeeze in:
1. get into mit and unc-chapel hill. unfortunately, i ended up at unc-chapel hill... but i still love it. uhh, yeah.
2. bounce back from all that above crap.
3. volunteer at a camp for foster kids for five summers straight.
4. attend a meet-and-greet with britney spears, encounter a backstreet boy at a local mall who turned out to be very nice and chatted with me & my friend for a moment, and have front row seats at a hanson concert, during which taylor waved at ME, mofos, AT ME. hehe.
5. graduate from an all girls boarding school in north carolina.
6. go to a unc/duke game at the dean dome which... by the way, my step-dad did the structural steele drafting for. okay, i'm slightly early on this one, but ONE WEEK AWAY!!
7. stay at the ritz-carlton in cancun where, get this, they vacuum the carpet so that it mimics the WAVES. OF. THE. OCEAN. in the carpet! it was great.
8. go to disney world about... 21 times now.
9. scored in the 99th percentile in math on every end-of-grade test i've ever taken, and scored higher than 51% of national college-bound seniors on the math section of the sats... when i was twelve.
10. took a class with a national best-selling writer.
