I played the piano for 12 years and was pretty good. I wrote my own music for recitals and really loved it. I miss it and sort of want to take lessons again.
In junior high I was known to be the "next Jane Pauly (or katie couric for the younger crowd)" because the elective I participated in our school tv news program. One highlight was an interview with motivational hair rock band who stopped by our school (Picture..."Don't do drug, kids! Our next song is dirty deeds done dirt cheap..."). I literally got to hang out with the band and I remember the other girls being super jealous.
Even in college (different city) I would run into people who went to my school and knew me from the XXX Journal. I think I still have the vhs tapes too.
I used to play a lot of instruments, and I won awards in every high school jazz band competition I played in. Looking back, though, it probably wasn't because of my outstanding musicianship, but more about how excited the judges were to see a vibraphone (like a xylophone) player. I was also visually impressive because I could play with two mallets in each hand, like this:
Post by karmasabiotch on Aug 1, 2014 14:02:15 GMT -5
There is a warrant out for my arrest in the state of Texas. I ran away from my Dads house to live with my mom in Michigan. They won't drop the charges until I show up in person even though this was from a million years ago.
I went to regionals for high jump and ball throw in grade 7.
I apparently also placed for the 500m run, which was a fucking joke because I was always dead last at anything to do with running. All my life. I'm pretty sure it was a mistake, but I ran it anyway at regionals. And I was last.
I feel very uninteresting but my car was totaled in an accident and it was near my house so the responding officer gave me a ride home. I left my house keys with the tow truck dude by mistake and I broke into my house through a window, in a pencil skirt, in front of a cop.
I learned how to drive a manual before I learned how to drive an automatic.
Me too.
I "modeled" for an agency when I was a teenager and was forced to wear hideous outfits for a local store that are is longer around. New England people might remember Ann & Hope