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Uneventful my ass...

so i was innocently viewing my profile page when-under the blog category- i saw it plainly stated that i, the owner of a very evenful life, had not posted any blogs because i have an uneventful life. Let me tell you: My life is anything but uneventful!

This is truth:
(ask my best friend Kindall. She's on purevolume listener too.)

Up until the first grade i lived in a travel trailer and traveled with the circus. at first, my parents performed in other peoples circuses. my mom was a trapeze artist, my dad the catcher. they did a lot of acts but trapeze was the one that they were notorious for. i didn't do the pre-k or kindergarten thing. instead i rolled around the US with a traveling show. it was pretty kick ass.

Circus runs in my family on both sides. My dad's dad and his dad before him and so on all owned circuses and my mom's dad owned one...and the line goes on for i don't even want to know how long. my mom is full german and my dad is a mix. indian, russian...my dad was a child star. his name is raymond valentine. i don't know if you'd be able to find anything anywhere on him but in our industry of showbiz in his day he was pretty famous for being the youngest ever to succesfully master the triple somersault. he was nine years old. i have pictures. well he does. my mom did a ladder act, horses, web and various arial acts.

after my mother- upon deciding that she wanted to place me in school and settle down somewhere- put me into san jacinto elementary school. my brother went into kindergarten. we only got to travel with the circus during the summer. i didn't see my dad very much. he had to keep traveling with the show while mom stayed home and booked it. he sent money to us and we sometimes talked on the phone. our town land was beautiful. 10 acres of green in the country. we eventually obtained two dogs, loner cats and i once had a horse named macho. he was awesome.

eventually my parents divorced. many married couples do. she told us over hot chocolate. it's funny because now every time my mom spontaneously prepares hot chocolate for us i know she's about to drop bad news on our heads. she did the same thing when my brothers teacher died. we still traveled with the show during the summer. it was sort of an informal custody agreement. my dad and i didn't get along at all for the majority of my life. steele (my bro) was his fave. he kinda just ignored me for a while. i do remember sitting on the ground and listening to him play guitar. nowadays we play guitar together. we're really close. he's the person i'm closest to besides my best friend. they're about equal. some would call this kind of a friendship with ones father is bizarre but, ultimately, my dad has saved my life. he knew every detail of my drug phase and with soft words helped me to put an end to it. OVER THE PHONE. he's been helping me through the most painful relationship i've ever been in- although a little less than my best friend has been. my mom and i sometimes get along but the majority of the time we're bickering. this wouldn't be so bad if i got over things as quickly as she does but i don't. guilty as charged! i'm a grudge holder!

i love my two babies: jann and roxy. they're my guitars. (hah. thought i was a momma there for a second didn'tcha?) jann is a black takimene and roxy is a bright red fender squire with a white pickguard. she's pretty nice for a squire. i sang long before i ever played guitar. mom tells me that i used to walk up to random people as a little girl and ask if i could sing for them. now i karaeoke and i would have a music page on here...but i'm afraid i can't figure out how. i tried but i didn't know how to upload an album. ya know...seeing as i don't HAVE one. i just have songs. i'm not signed. so how the hell do i do this?

this has turned out to be a long ass blog about my eventful life. to finish: i am now a sophomore in high school, healing slowly and with someone new who is really good for me. i have dreams and stuff but you can hear about those in further blogs.

ciaou!

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