Random Me

Story of My Life

Heyo everyone, I'm finally actually doing this now, so yeah~! It's not going to be very detailed, and based off my age, it may not be very long. I won't get too personal, so don't expect to be knowing my whole past story once you finish reading this.
So, let's begin this, shall we~?

I was once born, in the center of the U.S.A. known as Kansas city, Missouri.  Pretty great place~!
Anyways, I was born as a female, I'm still a female... ._. My mom is white, and my dad is Asian. Well, my dad's Asian culture would basically be considered something called... "Hmong".
I hear non-stop stories about how my dad tried to teach me the language, hmong, but I refused and kept shouting,"I'M WHITE, NOT HMONG!" So I mean, I was a pretty angry child I guess.
Not only was I angry, but very... Well... Dumb. When I was like, four or something, I might have cut all my hair off- Now, when it comes to stuff like that, I remember vivid details. Here's how that went;

I was just in my brothers room, watching TV, on a tiny lil blue sofa, that is for like, toddlers or whatever, and I saw his blue scissors on his dresser by his TV. Stupid lil me was like,"OoOh, Imma dare myself to cut my hair! *Evil face*" So, I grabbed the scissors, and... Cut my hair. I then was all like,"AHHH, THAT SOUNDS SO COOOL!" and continued to cut my hair, very slowly, piece after piece. Once I finally finished cutting all my hair off, I decided to go downstairs and show my dad, whom was sleeping on the couch in the living room.
So, I woke him up, with a giant smile on my face- He looked so scared, his eyes went wide, he shot sitting up, he touched my bare head-
Then he took a picture of me and posted it on Facebook. After he did, he showed me, I started sobbing endlessly. I screamed "WHERE DID MY H-HAIR GOOO??? *Sob*" Okay, it was more like "Why did I?" But you get my point, I regret it.
I've searched my dad's Facebook, through all his pictures, I still can't seem to find it. Maybe he felt so bad he took it down. Or maybe I told him to- I dunno, anyways, that's that story.

I think I also was a pretty smart kid. I learned how to talk and walk at nine months. I was also completely potty trained at age... Two? I caught onto things quickly, in fact, I started reading before I even started school.

Another story I remember going along with the whole smart kid topic is this;

I was in the car, after many other preschool tests, eating smarties. Once we got out of the car and walked to the preschool, I threw my smarties wrapper away and walked up to the person giving me the quiz.
Now, it was an image, sound test, so eh. I was taking the test, I aced most of it, until I was stuck on one. I stared at the picture, listening to the sound over and over. Then me saying,"Mouse- Tape- Mouse- Tape-"
Welp, when we left, I learned that I couldn't go to that preschool either, they said I was too advance for them, so yeaaah-

So, going a bit further in my life time, at age three is when my parents had their wedding. Let's just say, I only remember one thing from that day. I was the lil flower girl, I had a lil flower crown, a lil dress, yada yada- and when I threw the rose petals out of the tiny basket, I started crawling and picking them up again. ._. I legit crawled under people, as they stepped on my tiny hands, saying,"excuse me-" in my sweet tiny voice.
I didn't get all the petals.
I regret it.

Now, let's really grow up and go into school time. As a kid, I was very creative. I was one of the two top artist in my kindergarten class, I created bead things, etc.

Okay, let's actually get into the crazy part~! So, at age six, after my lil sister was born, I found out I had asthma. Not only that, I had a high running fever, and only about a year later, my parents got a divorce. That was a bad small moment in my life, where I was just smol and confused. I ended up having two bad asthma attacks, getting hospitalized twice for it. Whole I was in the hospital, I actually enjoyed my stay. I played dolls, watched TV, ate lunchables~! I also got a really sharp shot around easter, I have both a picture and globe from that day. I didn't cry while getting the shot, and I remember the nurse saying,"You're one tough cookie. An older boy in the room next door got the same shot, and cried his eyes out-"
I felt so strong and confident at that point, proud if myself.

NOW LET'S GET RIGHT INTO MY THIRD GRADE LIFE, BECAUSE THAT WAS EVENTFUL!!! :D

When I was in second grade, more so near the end, I became BFF's with kgm0727/kgmichael0727. We lived across the street from each other, it was perfect!
In third grade, we were put into separate classes;; Yet, in my new class, I think I really learned who I really am to this day.
I became one of the top three class clowns. Here's the order-
1.) Julian
2.) Meh~
3.) Austin
We were a pretty funny bunch, we were always making jokes, friends with most kids, it was the great days!
I eventually developed a what you call... "crush" on Julian though-
We dated.
Then we broke up.
Then I started liking Austin.
We dated.
Then we broke up.
Then I got back with Julian.
Lemme make this clear, those two were best friends, and me dating the two tore their friendship apart. They fought over me, and I hated seeing them go against each other. I still feel like a totally douche about it. ._.
Not only that, I was really close friends with kids in my neighborhood. Now, I'm the tomboy type, so I was really into pkmn and Yoki spin master, or whatever it was. I was friends with the guys in my neighborhood to be exact. One in particular, was Justin. We were really close as friends. I remember always going to his house, playing video games, playing legos, playing football, playing just games. We were good friends! :D I soon found out he had a crush on me though. My lil brain didn't realize those feelings, and when he told me about them, is basically ignore it and went back to our normal friendship.
I remember on Valentines Day, I went or his house to play some pkmn, when his mom smiles at me and calls up Justin. Once Justin comes upstairs, his mom tells him to grab something, and he does.
His face is red as he hands me a heart shaped box full of chocolates. When I look back at my past, I wonder how I just totally didn't throw Julian and Austin, and went out with Justin. Yet, I didn't. I gladly accepted, and said my thanks. *Cough* I still have the box-

As said, my third grade life was interesting, very... Anyways, now I guess we shall go back into more sad parts.

When I went into fourth grade, my mom suddenly moved away. I was stuck at my dads, and I had no clue where my mom went. I was then stuck with my little sister and my dad. He lives with his mom, so basically my grandma and grandpa as well-
Now, I was scared and sad. My mom was missing, but I knew she moved. I remember my dad would make me go knock on the door to check if someone was there, and I just fake knocked after awhile, because I just knew, she was gone.

I started fourth grade, and became friends with Smartdogie. (I still remember how our friendship started ;u;) We were as well, as great friends. We were like peanut butter and jelly! She in fact, introduced me into something called "DrawSomething2" which was then called "ArtWithFriends". We were on a lot, and she really inspired my art, without her I wouldn't be the artist I am today.
Soon, AWF (Art with friends) was ending. Now, I made a lot of online friends, and we all needed to quickly find a new place for us users to go. Thanks to my pal JinjursTales for her being the first one to say this idea, all moved to "DrawCast".
Once we all moved there, we continued with our lives. Then suddenly, my dad's shocks me with some news. My mom was in California, and he found her new Facebook profile.
I apparently was really happy, but mad at my mom. I'm sure I was mad because I felt abandoned, she left without saying anything, how would you expect me to react?
We talked to her, she was so depressed. She missed my sister and I, she really did. Then she said the news that she was going to be coming back to KC, MO. I was so happy. I was so happy to see my mom again, after six months. I know that's not technically long, but I missed her, it's really hard not having a mom in your life. To talk to you, to hold you, to comfort you. I didn't have that, and I really missed that.
Once she came back, she gave me a necklace. A necklace I never take off. I believe I've been wearing it for two years without taking it off. That's how special it is to me, it means so much to me.

I just decided I'm going to split the "Story of my Life" into two parts. This was part one, and I hope you enjoyed learning more about me. I'll be continuing this eventually, so don't worry~!