Crybaby

Ca. 1994 - Kid who sat next to me in 4th grade put on an excessive amount of chapstick every two seconds.  For some reason I hated him for this.  He would do it so much he'd miss his lips so a half inch of chapstick went all the way around his mouth. WHY?!  I must have had other reasons for disliking him, but this is the only one that stands out.  So one day, when I had been unfortunately placed next to him in seating arrangements, we had to do something together.  Every two people had to do...something...together.  It didn't even involve touching each other, but I was so disgusted at the fact that I had to interact with this kid, that I burst into tears and ran to the bathroom.  Yes, in fourth grade.  Teacher came after me, and after learning I had absolutely no reason for doing this, pretty much told me to suck it up and get back to class.


Ca. 1993 or 94 - Some kid's birthday in class.  Handed out brownies.  I ate mine almost immediately after getting it, before the rest of the brownies had been handed out.  Another kid whose first name I cannot remember to save my life at the moment (it will come to me in the middle of the night), was sitting next to me and found it appropriate to shout out, loudly to the class, that I had just eaten my brownie.  I burst into tears and ran to the bathroom.  Third or fourth grade.  Awesome.  I attribute 90% of that to my still ever-present fear of having any attention directed toward me, so having the whole class know that I just ate my brownie before we even sang Happy Birthday, was just destructive to my body.


Surely later in the blog I'll post more cry sessions I've had.  These can't be the only two, since out of the TWO, they are both from the same freaking YEAR!!!

OCD much?

Ca. 1998-1999 - 8th grade.  The summer before it began, I spent one day, maybe two, putting a piece of tape on every single hanger in my closet, proceeded by adding a number to each piece of tape.  I then logged which pants I had as well.  I made myself calendars for each month of the school year, and I kid you not, made out my schedule of outfits for the entire year.  I began referring to my clothes as "sweater # 10" and "pants # 3", for example. One day I was horrified to discover that I had worn the same sweater on a Friday and again the following Monday.  I didn't discover this error till a couple weeks later, when I looked back at my log.  This just goes to show how much I relied on my log, as I couldn't even remember that I had JUST worn it two days before.

Being Early and interruptions

I'm trying to decide if doing it in "order", more or less, or just as the memories come to me, would be the better way to do it.  I'll do a couple posts of just random memories, and hope that I don't eventually repeat myself.

Ca. 1997 - ApE was having her 12th birthday party.  She lived just a couple streets away.  I put on my favorite black overalls (don't judge), did my hair, grabbed her present, and headed towards her house.  I walked up and her, her sister, brother, and grandpa were doing some yard work.  I thought to myself, "Huh, strange thing to do a few minutes before your birthday party starts..."  She sees me walk up, and I tell her happy birthday.  She hesitates and says, "Umm thanks."  She takes my present inside and comes out a few seconds later and says, "Sooo....my party is actually tomorrow...."  I can't actually remember if I said anything, but I remember walking home immediately afterwards, having Sister and Dad ask me why I was already home, not answering them, and running to my room.
   I CAN say that I did not go to her actual party because I was so embarrassed.  I heard it was good, but still, to this day, do I not regret my decision. Baha!


Ca. 1991 - Last day of kindergarten.  Maybe second to last.  I was talking to a friend who sat next to me.  The teacher yelled my name, because apparently she had been talking to the class at the same time.  I pretty much put my finger up in a "please don't interrupt me while I'm talking" kind of way, and turned back to my friend to keep talking.  I immediately got a Check Mark next to my name on the board, which was a very bad sign.  Even at that point I remember thinking, "Eh, it's the second to last day.  Whatever."

E.T. and rug burns

Ca. 1988 - Playing in my bedroom, which, as I have been told, did not have any insolation, when I hear my parents outside in the front yard.  I ran to my window and saw Sister (8-9) getting out of a car I didn't recognize.  She was holding her arm and crying.  I'd learn later that she had broken her collarbone at a birthday party (going down a water slide and another girl went down behind her too quick and when they collided, it broke her bone).  I remember seeing her in pain and thinking, "I MUST make her feel better!" and turning and running out of my room, on a mission.

Ca. 1988 - Watching E.T. in my usual living room chair, and hiding behind the chair when Elliot is throwing the baseball into the backyard shed.  Scariest moment in my life as of yet.

Ca. 1988 - Yelling at my mom from the top of the stairs to come see something in my room.  She wouldn't come up, so I kept going back to the stairs to yell down.  At one point, I slipped and somehow slid down about six or seven stairs on my stomach.  It left a huge rug burn.  I remember pouting about it the rest of the day and was playing Memory with my mom on the piano bench (instead of the table??) when my dad came home and I got to show him the mark on my belly.  I still have a strange little mark on my stomach that I claim to this day is from that fall down the stairs.

Butter and fingernails

Ca. 1988 - Sitting at the kitchen table before dinner.  The table had been set but for some reason I was the only one in the room.  I climbed up to my chair and started digging into the butter.  I had a thing for butter when I was little.  Sister walked in and saw me eating the stick of butter and immediately I knew I was in trouble.  I yelled, "Nooo don't tell Mom!! Tell her I was chewing my nails!!" Yes, I have been biting my nails since around 1988.

Ca. 1988 - Watching "The Parent Trap" starring Hayley Mills in my living room.  There is that scene where one twin has to start biting her nails so her dad won't suspect anything.  I looked down at my nails and well, the rest is history.