Me as a kid (taken in part from an entry I wrote on my 19th birthday in 2007),
So this time half a lifetime ago I would have been nine years old, probably living it up in holiday in Australia. With me I would probably be clasping my clearfile folder filled with ripped out pages containing information and images from the PlayStation magazines I used to hire out from the library. (they always wondered if it was me, but never actually found out)
What else?
Excerpt from my dairy from 13, June, Thursday, 1996
Today I am staying home. I did not want to play with my cars. I'm going to watch herculeys. I am not getting parts of the lion king because I am sick and it is seven degrees. I was supposed to get part 8 of the Lion King but I am not allowed. All of my friends are at school and grandad came over for dinner.
Monday the 17th of June 1996
Today I went to school. I did not get all beaten up.
August 30th, 1996
My aunty Hela is here today. I didn't go to school. I watched Herculeys on the video.
I remember that day actually, I had a purple teddy bear to keep my company on the couch in the lounge that day. How very quaint to remember such little things. Barney was playing on the tv at the time. Man I used to write in such boring sentances back then. I guess that's what being Eight must be like.
Sunday, NOVEMBER 17th, 1996
My birth day. I am going to McDonalds for my birthday. I will invite: ninep, shamiz, anton, simon, ben, michael, daniel, hynie, james and chris.
Heres a kicker for all of those who remember how bad I was at P.E in third and forth form:
5th form report: Morgan applies himself well in class, and has a positive approach to PE. He is always prepared to take part in the activities covered in class and works well as part of a group. I have been impressed with his ability to score consistent goals in Ultimate Frisbee.
HAHA
I remember that ultimate Frisbee game. It was a shocker though, because I was blatantly known as the clumsy one who possessed little co-ordination. Our team was losing. And there I was, standing in the goal where, if I caught the Frisbee, we would be in the upper hand. The P.E teacher god bless his soul, threw the Frisbee at me from the opposite end of the basketball court and I caught it. A glorifying and quite mystifying moment, quite frankly.
I was proud.
What other things do you guys probably not know about my existence?
I did karate as a child, and got to orange belt. Enjoying it as I did, but because I was lazy I used to complain "nana nana, can I stay home this Friday?" and one day when I refused to go, she decided Karate wasn't for me and pulled the plug on it completely. That's what she used to be like- it was either all or nothing. If I had to take one lesson off, i'd have to get rid of them all.
I used to do Gymnastics too, and that was fun. I had a girl crush back then. Her name was Alexi. I used to crawl into random places with her. This would be when I was maybe, nine years old. One time I did a flip off the mini-tramp, attempting to land on my feet on the cushion. Well I landed on my back. On the wooden floors. Another time somebody gave me a black eye by pushing in one of the floor rails as I was jumping into bits of that squishy fun stuff (LOL).
My first real mega crush was a girl names Jessie Zawada. I met her when I was in form one at Saint Francis De Sales School and instantly fell in love. She was short, and had glasses, but for some reason she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid my eyes on. I used to fantasize about her every single day at school and at home, and hope, that one day, we could finally kiss. But she didn't like me. That didn't stop me though, as I continued to basically stalk her, which made for some good memories like the times that:
She stepped on a CC chip and then ordered me to eat it, knowing I would
We chased eachother with branches
We went for counseling with another teacher for eight weeks, and then just as progress was being made, we both decided it was more fun to hate eachother and be as snarky as possible.
I feigned being sick after our immunization shots just so I could be with her in the medical room --> there I told her that I loved her.
I believed that she was actually an angel, because she said it was so and knocked her stomach making a "I'm hollow" sound that I still can't figure out to this day.
Then Third Form turned up and I actually remembered I was supposed to be Gay. From then we became actual best friends and I had no more feelings towards her. Fun times.
When I was eight, nine and ten I had a mega crush on the Spice Girls. It's also very ironic I was interested in chicks at the time where I was at my MOST gay acting. Let me break it down for the plebs:
I remember that ultimate Frisbee game. It was a shocker though, because I was blatantly known as the clumsy one who possessed little co-ordination. Our team was losing. And there I was, standing in the goal where, if I caught the Frisbee, we would be in the upper hand. The P.E teacher god bless his soul, threw the Frisbee at me from the opposite end of the basketball court and I caught it. A glorifying and quite mystifying moment, quite frankly.
I was proud.
What other things do you guys probably not know about my existence?
I did karate as a child, and got to orange belt. Enjoying it as I did, but because I was lazy I used to complain "nana nana, can I stay home this Friday?" and one day when I refused to go, she decided Karate wasn't for me and pulled the plug on it completely. That's what she used to be like- it was either all or nothing. If I had to take one lesson off, i'd have to get rid of them all.
I used to do Gymnastics too, and that was fun. I had a girl crush back then. Her name was Alexi. I used to crawl into random places with her. This would be when I was maybe, nine years old. One time I did a flip off the mini-tramp, attempting to land on my feet on the cushion. Well I landed on my back. On the wooden floors. Another time somebody gave me a black eye by pushing in one of the floor rails as I was jumping into bits of that squishy fun stuff (LOL).
My first real mega crush was a girl names Jessie Zawada. I met her when I was in form one at Saint Francis De Sales School and instantly fell in love. She was short, and had glasses, but for some reason she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid my eyes on. I used to fantasize about her every single day at school and at home, and hope, that one day, we could finally kiss. But she didn't like me. That didn't stop me though, as I continued to basically stalk her, which made for some good memories like the times that:
She stepped on a CC chip and then ordered me to eat it, knowing I would
We chased eachother with branches
We went for counseling with another teacher for eight weeks, and then just as progress was being made, we both decided it was more fun to hate eachother and be as snarky as possible.
I feigned being sick after our immunization shots just so I could be with her in the medical room --> there I told her that I loved her.
I believed that she was actually an angel, because she said it was so and knocked her stomach making a "I'm hollow" sound that I still can't figure out to this day.
Then Third Form turned up and I actually remembered I was supposed to be Gay. From then we became actual best friends and I had no more feelings towards her. Fun times.
When I was eight, nine and ten I had a mega crush on the Spice Girls. It's also very ironic I was interested in chicks at the time where I was at my MOST gay acting. Let me break it down for the plebs:
- Me and my bitches (I only used to hang out with girls in primary school, 3 of them) used to reherase and perform dances to Spice Girls songs, by
- Making the whole class sit in a circle so they could watch us... this would happen every,
- Few weeks. After lunch time. If that wasn't an indicator for my innate femininity then I don't know what was. It must have freaked out the teachers, in hindsight.
I played a dog in the 1994 production at primary school!
I used to order CC's and Afghans as my preferred lunch menu for school lunches, which were always only on Wednesday's
When I was little I used to love books. I read "Santa Paws" about a Dog that nobody wanted on Christmas.
I lost my mummy when I was four, which was always pretty confusing for me. I didn't confront any of those feelings till I was eight, and again in my seventh form year. I miss her, but that's about as far as it goes these days . RIP
I used to make actual pokemon board games. I would go to the stationary shop and buy actual thick cardboard and some thin bits so I could make the board and the cards to go with it (you know those ones with extra abilities and the actual pokemon on them). Yeah they were cool, huge, detailed, and cool. I made my nan play them with me, man I must have driven her crazy, no wonder she used to drink so much... pokemon's fault!
One day when I was eleven, some cunt broke into our house and KNOCKED OVER MY POKEMON BOARD GAME, I was so devastated and freaked out my nan was going to take me to counselling. Oh, he also stole the PlayStation and all of the games.
I learned the violin when I was around nine years old. Had a uni chick tutor me, her name was Nancy which I always thought was rather peculiar. We paid her $12 an hour which, back then, wasn't bad. It'd be about $16 in today's terms.
When I was also nine, I grew a mullet. An actual mullet. And I used to tie it up. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah I know. It lasted a year. And then the comments got to me too much and I went to the hair dresser and I was like "I want this gone" and she was like "Are you sure? It looks lovely, don't worry what other people think blabla"... it went.
Somebody put glue in my hair in form one. That was Anton lol, and yes I am still holding a grudge... lol not.
In order to get out of doing P.E lessons in primary school I used to pretend that I'd sprained my ankle and go all the way to hopping around, and using schoolroom chairs to walk up stairs.
I was twelve when I started to learn to speak assyrian. I didn't actually learn that much from my friends, but I can still sometimes make out what Assyrian people are saying when they speak. Sometimes customers talk in the lingo not knowing they don't like a product, when really, I'm just a huge stalker.
Okay. It's ten oclock now and I have work tomorrow so I better end this blog now.
I'm 19 soon. My childhood was pretty diverse. Now I just work and get drunk !
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