Situations

As I am typing this I am wondering what I should write for this post. Should I delve right into it all, or share a tale, perhaps a funny story, or keep progressing into my history from where we left off. I guess that would leave us with Kindergarten. Nothing quite monumental happened there. I managed to carve my first ever scar into my chin by falling off of my bed though. Score! First grade wasn't all that special either. I was thee teacher's pet. Which is ironic because the year later, I would become the teacher's terror. I have no idea what got into me, but I let loose. I was a brat. And I met my best friend that year too, Alyssa. We were both loud and found stupid things funny. Jokes never got old, they only got funnier. I remember this one time when Alyssa and I were in a group with these 2 other people for a reading activity, and all of a sudden it got really quiet. One of the group members let out this really loud fart. Alyssa and I looked at each other and just laughed and laughed and laughed. We would probably do the same thing today. The boy got really upset, but we really weren't laughing at him; we were laughing at the whole situation of it all. Anyway, all hell broke loose when I went on to third grade and got redistricted. I was pissed. Everything turned out okay, and I ended up making new friends, but I was really stubborn about in the beginning. I threatened my parents that if they made me go I would dress like a boy. Big whoop.  What I should have learned then that I didn't was that everything usually turns out fine. New situations become old. So just go. And keep going until you can't. Then get someone to take you.

Biting Fingers and Dancing Lobsters

My mom had me when she was 35. I was the baby on my mom's side, and the first granddaughter on my dad's.  In short, I was special from the start. My aunts and cousins were all wanting to hold me and squeeze my cheeks that apparently were harvesting nuts for the winter. I was a chubby baby. Never dropped or hugged too hard, I had a pretty normal babyhood. I went on to Pre-school where I attempted to establish my foot in the world. I was not keen on people telling me what to do, and am still not today. Case in point: the biting. I was at a computer screen playing an innocent computer game with "the new girl," as it was her first day. She kept consistently jabbing her finger at the screen telling me what to do. Her finger was blocking my point of vision. I have no idea what other 4 year olds would do, but I went for it and bit her finger. Get out of my way b**ch. Another biting incident happened at the dentist. The dentist was working on my teeth, and kept telling me to open wider. I bit his finger. He was pissed. I still see the same dentist today, and I go to school with the girl whose finger I bit. She doesn't remember, but the dentist sure does. You may be thinking I am some sort of freak right now, which I am, but I don't go around biting people today. I like to think I have developed more mature ways of dealing with my annoyance. Like writing "anonymously" on people's formsprings.
Anyway, from the start I knew I was a funny kid. I had a knack for making people laugh and enjoyed comedy myself.  I loved The Amanda Show. My cousin Samantha and I would call each other up on the phone to let one know when a new episode was on. Bring in the dancing lobsters! Nickelodeon had some awesome shows back then, not so much today. I listened to your basics: Britney Spears, The Spice Girls, Christina Aguilera, *NSYNC, and The Backstreet Boys. Sam and I would choreograph a dance, sometimes dress up, and put on a show for whoever would watch, which would be our moms. My brother would occasionally drop in and make a surprised cameo-Life is full of surprises. You never know who will show up. But you just have to go with it.

Introduction

Hello!

I was recently approached that I should share my story, and my immediate thought was, heck yes I should. This blog will capture some of the funny, sad, scary, and important moments of my life that make up who I am today.  The memories will probably not come in chronological order, but I really don't give a f**k. You'll read it and you'll like it. There. Yes, I will probably curse here and there, and might say something that is unladylike, but like I said,  I don't give one flying f**k. This is my life story, not yours. If you want to read something that is sweet and sugarcoated, I suggest you turn on Disney Channel.  There are also many important people in my life that I have stumbled across whether that be through school, family, friends of friends, or what have you; that have made an impact.  On June 21, 2012, I will be graduating from high school. While most of my classmates are excited for the college experience (most of them are probably walking around saying "swag" right now), I am more excited for the opportunity of adventure.  Do I know what I want to be when I am at age 30? Kind of. But right now, all I know is that I want to have fun. And I want to laugh.  My high school years were ruined by a terrible disease and I am not going to let that effect my future happiness. As of right now, I am preoccupied with living out my dreams. Which leads me to Shushi Dreams. Shushi (me) Dreams (obvious). We all have dreams inside of us, but only few of us let them shine through and let them become reality. I have a fear that if I let mine take the backseat, I will be sucked back into boringville. No I am not Martin Luther King Jr. with a general dream that there will be peace on Earth, but more of an individual dream that one day I will complete a People crossword puzzle without looking at the answers, or perhaps stay up past my bedtime and watch Saturday Night Live, and not Saturday Night Recorded the next day on my DVR. 

So, what brings you to my blog? Maybe you're a relative or friend and you want to see if you were important enough to be mentioned. Or maybe your a classmate from school and you're seeing if I am talking any shit about you. Or maybe you happened to stumble across my blog through a glitch in the google search engine. Sucka! Sit down and stay a while. I am more interesting than you think.