I love stories. (duh--writer.) So to kick off the new blogger award thingy, I am going to tell you all the story of Mich.
Mich arrived on this earth on September the 21st, 1984.
Prepare yourselves, for you may actually DIE from the epic cuteness.
Yes, I know--I was the cutest baby of all time.
And Mum was super stylin' back in the 80's.
Mich did not grow hair until she was three years old.
My childhood was largely uneventful. Most of the time I was left to my own devices.
|Age 2 - attempting to drink alcohol|
|Age 4 - I don't even know|
|5th birthday - pony rides in the yard!|
|7th birthday - the year everyone had their party at the roller rink|
And vacations to Disneyworld.
That trip scarred everyone for life. Literally, in my case--I fell in the airport when we were going back home and cracked my head open. I got a free giant stuffed Shamu and 3 extra days in Florida, as well as a 3-hour wait in the emergency room and 6 stitches. Before that, my friend and I (we were 5) spent the week alternately being bff's and trying to kill each other. We had a massive kicking-and-screaming fight in the Sea World parking lot because I had insisted we sit in the splash zone, and J had not wanted to get wet.
But the best night was when we all went out to Jungle Jim's. J and I discovered that every time our mothers ordered a mai tai, they got a little plastic animal.
By the end of the night, J and I had 9 plastic animals. Each.
I can't find any fun photos from the mid-childhood years. So let's jump ahead to the Awkward Stage.
|Mich and Little Sis, circa 1996.|
Here I am the night of the 8th grade "Social," age 13:
|Mum chose that dress. I hated it.|
|Yes, that's a Sailor Moon wand.|
So when I was 15, I chopped all my hair off and told my mother I was a lesbian. And that I had become a lesbian because I was in school with all girls. Mum was raised strict Irish-Catholic, so she was horrified.
I got to go to public school the following year.
Sweet 16 - best birthday cake ever:
I lost count of how many people were sneaking me alcohol. You can tell from the redness that I am quite drunk.
Because I didn't want to give Mum a stroke, I had to slowly ease out of being a lesbian. Hence the choice of cake and jewelry.
I kind of calmed down with the drugs by the end of high school. I found a new drug in hair dye and makeup.
I went through a different hair colour and style like every 6 months, for the next several years. I wish I had photos from college, but alas--I spent most of college either drunk, stoned, or behind a camera. This is how my hair looked right before I went blonde:
|The Bettie Page phase.|
SO for the award--I'm going to give it to the last 8 commenters from the last post, because I like the number 8 and I want to make it fair.
- Moonlight Mistress
- Cinnamon Brown
I'd really love to hand out to all of you, but it seems like it's a bit more fun if you guys can pass it on. So you eight lovelies go and taketh yonder medal, and tell us a story--a true story, your story, a fictitious story, a hybrid true-fiction story... whatever the heck you want. Just tell a story. <3