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Skin Tag? Like a Bathroom Stall? YEAH! I still got it, guys.
Jen MacNeil, my dazzlingly floopy friend and co-Pearl Brunswicker, has tagged me. This means I will tell you 5 facts you didn't know about me. I can't vouch that you all don't know them, but they should be at least new to some, and rehorrifying to others.
1. Before "fan fic" was even a concept to most people, I wrote Mickey Mouse Club (MMC to the cool kids) fan fic. Hundreds and hundreds of pages in marble notebooks. I also watched the show every single day, and audio taped the musical numbers by putting my pink boombox on a chair up against the TV. (Sidenote: I also did this with National Lampoon's European Vacation. And La Bamba, which sucked.) I even made up an excuse to miss the 5th grade class trip to Mystic, Connecticut, to watch a rerun I'd seen 5 times before. The fan fic was mostly about how I was a mouseketeer, and every male 'teer fell hopelessly in love with me. It was really an internal, Hamlet-esque struggle - how do I deal with the fact that I'm so incredibly desirable, even to other girls' boyfriends? How do I cope with the fact that I'm the best singer, dancer, and actor on the show, and everyone is ragingly jealous of me? In real life, I cried because my mom wouldn't take me to the auditions and furiously berated her in my diary for not wanting to move our entire family to Orlando.
2. I spent a total of about 5 years, on and off, sick and out of school. I was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, among other crap. During part of that time, I had home tutoring. I'd come back to school after months or a year and have to deal with being the weirdo freaksickgirl who had everything from AIDS to quadruplets to "spoiled and lucky"-itis. This occupies the coveted #1 slot on the "Top One Reason for My Mental Issues" list.
3. When I was 21, my childhood home was destroyed (I lived there at the time). Supposedly, workers on the roof of the building left a blowtorch on and went home. Towering inferno ensued. The floors above us were incinerated - everyone got out, but some pets died. (A couple of people later died from heart attacks from the stress - one right after climbing the stairs to see the ruins of her apartment.) Our apartment was flooded, destroyed by the water the fire department used to put out the fire. And smoke damage, natch. We managed to save some things, but we had only a short period of time to come back and carry them out ourselves, amidst the buckling floors and newly created wallpaper made of mold (every color of the rainbow!) covering the walls and what remained of the ceilings. Additional fun fact: despite the tremendous stress, or because of it, this was one of the few times in my life that I managed to stop biting/picking my nails.
4. I've never had a cavity.
5. Even though I consider myself agnostic (but culturally Jewish), I cannot lie if I say that I am "swearing to G-d." I feel terribly guilty, and slightly afraid that I will have to Face the Consequences. So, if you really wanted to be a jerk, you could probably coerce me somehow now knowing this information.
I can't think of anyone to tag, everyone's been tagged already! So, if you're reading this and haven't been tagged it, do it and let me know about it.
Jen MacNeil, my dazzlingly floopy friend and co-Pearl Brunswicker, has tagged me. This means I will tell you 5 facts you didn't know about me. I can't vouch that you all don't know them, but they should be at least new to some, and rehorrifying to others.
1. Before "fan fic" was even a concept to most people, I wrote Mickey Mouse Club (MMC to the cool kids) fan fic. Hundreds and hundreds of pages in marble notebooks. I also watched the show every single day, and audio taped the musical numbers by putting my pink boombox on a chair up against the TV. (Sidenote: I also did this with National Lampoon's European Vacation. And La Bamba, which sucked.) I even made up an excuse to miss the 5th grade class trip to Mystic, Connecticut, to watch a rerun I'd seen 5 times before. The fan fic was mostly about how I was a mouseketeer, and every male 'teer fell hopelessly in love with me. It was really an internal, Hamlet-esque struggle - how do I deal with the fact that I'm so incredibly desirable, even to other girls' boyfriends? How do I cope with the fact that I'm the best singer, dancer, and actor on the show, and everyone is ragingly jealous of me? In real life, I cried because my mom wouldn't take me to the auditions and furiously berated her in my diary for not wanting to move our entire family to Orlando.
2. I spent a total of about 5 years, on and off, sick and out of school. I was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, among other crap. During part of that time, I had home tutoring. I'd come back to school after months or a year and have to deal with being the weirdo freaksickgirl who had everything from AIDS to quadruplets to "spoiled and lucky"-itis. This occupies the coveted #1 slot on the "Top One Reason for My Mental Issues" list.
3. When I was 21, my childhood home was destroyed (I lived there at the time). Supposedly, workers on the roof of the building left a blowtorch on and went home. Towering inferno ensued. The floors above us were incinerated - everyone got out, but some pets died. (A couple of people later died from heart attacks from the stress - one right after climbing the stairs to see the ruins of her apartment.) Our apartment was flooded, destroyed by the water the fire department used to put out the fire. And smoke damage, natch. We managed to save some things, but we had only a short period of time to come back and carry them out ourselves, amidst the buckling floors and newly created wallpaper made of mold (every color of the rainbow!) covering the walls and what remained of the ceilings. Additional fun fact: despite the tremendous stress, or because of it, this was one of the few times in my life that I managed to stop biting/picking my nails.
4. I've never had a cavity.
5. Even though I consider myself agnostic (but culturally Jewish), I cannot lie if I say that I am "swearing to G-d." I feel terribly guilty, and slightly afraid that I will have to Face the Consequences. So, if you really wanted to be a jerk, you could probably coerce me somehow now knowing this information.
I can't think of anyone to tag, everyone's been tagged already! So, if you're reading this and haven't been tagged it, do it and let me know about it.
posted by Lynn @ 3:51 AM
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