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I wasn't going to write this, because it seems rather narcissistic, but im really bored, so the following is my shortened autobiography. Well it all began some time ago, (I won't tell you exactly how long ago. That would be ridiculous considering that that changes with every passing second.) Anyway, it all began some time ago in a town called Chippewa. A far better town than the one I currently live in. I was born. Wooptedoo. I don't remember this at all, and I probably would'nt want to, now that i think about it. So I was born, i beleive in the Eau Claire hospital, on June 4th, 1992, much to the dismay of my older brother. For what ever reason, my coming in to the world was worse than an apocolypse of raining fire, as far as he was concerned. He was so distraught, in fact, that upon my arriving home for the first time, he ran away, clothesless, promising never to return. So that was the beginning of my life. We moved to a few different places that I can't remember. We ended up renting a nice little duplex, (small house attached to another small house), in Eden. I have a few nice memories of that place. Any way, my parents made the decision to move into bigger house when they realized that another child was going to be born. I don't remember this much, but i don't think I cared a whole lot. So for hours and hours my family would drive around, looking up houses for sale and touring them. Untill till the finnally found one. A decent looking ranch style house in what seemed to be a a decent, friendly little neighborhood calle rosendale. Little did they know they were moving into tiny, simple-minded, pit of tiny, simple-minded people. There is more I'd like to say on that subject but i probably should'nt. So we moved. My brother was born. I finnally got my own room. In the fall, i started 1st grade. This was a good year. I met some friends. I had an interesting teacher, and, beleive it or not, i was even in the infamous gifted and talented class. I met, in that class, my friend Cherie. I don't remember much of our friendship back then but i remember that she used to break my crayons. All the time. All my favorite colors. For no reason. I was confused but i thought, oh well, i have a cool friend. So I went through my years of schooling, did relatively well, and in my 2nd grade year i met even more friends. I beleive this was also the year i met the infamous Sam. I spent that summer hanging out in my shed and running around town on rollerblades. Yes, rollerblades.That summer, i also picked up piano lessons, wich, and i don't care how cheesy it is, was a pivital moment in my life. I sucked, obviously, but i got to take lessons with an awesome teacher in the back of Mike's Music store. So when time came for 4th grade, i thought i was cool shit and that i had it all together pretty good. But as time passed i realized that i hated my teacher. The sound of her voice made my stomache turn. She was, consequently, the first teacher to ever give me a D on my report card. For science. I hated school. Learning was pointless. 5th grade was better. 6th grade was my first year of "junior high." It was ok but i hated my friends. Late in my 7th grade year i finally "re-found" my cool friends. These including, Amanda, Charlotte, Katie, and Sam. There were many other ones, but those are the most important. The summer before 8th grade was really, really boring. But that summer was the summer i went to camp. CHURCH camp. Hah ha. I went there with Sam, and i expected it to be pretty lame. However this was where i met the ever-famous Kyle. I remember how Sam and Kyle met. Oh, it was so storybook. We were sitting there making paper-bag mail boxes, and Kyle was drawing an anarchy symbol on his. Sam looked over and said something like, "hey man, you're into anarchy too?" and Kyle said something like "Yeah man.." any way it was a wonderfull moment. Two silly little soulmates meeting for the first time. So anyway, camp ended, i went home. I started my 8th grade year and reunited with my friends. This was the year when i completely discovered music. In all it's forms. I was reunited with my 1st piano teacher, i started going to concerts and listening to local bands, and i realized, "hey, music isn't crappy." One ordinary friday i went to school, and i saw an OshMosh flyer on Tyler's back. This was an important moment. I went home, actually i went to a dentist appointment, and asked my mom if i could "go to this really cool concert....pppppppppllllleaaaseee." Thankfully, she said yes, and ended up driving me, Katie, Amanda, Sam, Tyler, and Kyle to the show. It was fantastic. I saw I Voted For Kodos, Offend Your Friends, Sorry About Your Couch, and so much more. Here, i experienced my first moshpit. And skankpit. It was fantastic. Tall, scary, punks slamming into eachother and jumping around like idiots randomly screaming and waving their fists. I joined, and fell down a few times, only to be picked back up and thrown in by the kind people on the side. I fell in love with concerts, loud music, and moshpits. A couple weeks later, my mother once again ended up driving me and my friends to concert. This time, it was me, Amanda, Charrlotte, Katie, Tyler and Sam. We went to Mi Rancheros to see Offend Your Friends. Bookworm was there too, but he had to leave before they played. The pit was fantastic, the band was drunk, and the whole concert was awesome. About a month later, i went to school and my friends said "hey! want to go to a metal show at the Legion Hall tonight?" I was like, "sure." Even though i really don't care for metal anymore, a concert is a concert, am i right? So i went. There was a big thing that ended up with my parents getting kind of mad, but the concert was pretty sweet. Bad music, but nice crowd. I met Matt, Amanda's beau, and Ondrayuh, Sam's soon to be girlfriend. I met a lot of other people, but i really don't remember them. Anyway, the important thing about this night, was that it was the night that i discovered the Legion Hall. A concert venue. I loved the Legion Hall, and i still do. I saw many fantastic shows there, with fantastic bands including, The Finnegans and Devijive and the Uptown Five. A little later in my 8th grade year, i went to my first hour class, and was told, by Sam, that there was going to be a show bigger, and better that OshMosh at the Legion Hall, on the night of our last day of school. I was ecstatic. I got a flyer eventually saying that all my favorite local bands would play. I was SO STOKED. What a great way to end my last year of juinior high, eh? I waited for this show, called Badstock, for months and months. Finally, the last week of school came. 8th grade graduation passed, ending with and unwanted swim in a disgusting pond. And finnally the day of Badstock came. I just sat around with my friends all day, eating sunflower seeds and doing nothing. I was so stoked for Badstock. I was all decked out with my newly bright pink hair and sweet leather jacket i found at Goodwill, and, of course, my purple sunglasses. Finnally, at the end of the day, Kyle arrived at our school, only to get kicked out. After school was finnally over, me, Miranda, Charrlotte, Sam and Kyle walked to Sam's, and the my house. We piled in my parents car, picked up Amanda and Katie, and prepared for the biggest concert of our small little lives. When we arrived at the Legion Hall we were given wrist bands started waiting. It took forever for the music to get started. I don't remember what all happened, but only a few good bands played, these including Skaput!, and the Yates Kids.However,as soon as Devijive started playing and things started getting good, the cops came ended the whole thing, with evil lies of the Legion Hall never hosting and more shows. That really blew. Every one went home, and i lost my purple sunglasses. So that was it. I was sad, but i got to see the X-men, Last stand the day after. So now were up to the present, and I'm not really doing anything interesting with that, except hanging out on my shed roof and listeng to good music.I don't know what is going to happen, if anything, and i don't care. I have no clue whatsoever what i am going to do with my life or where i will go. But maybe i'll keep you updated.

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