365: 158 Thirteen Things
Thirteen things you may not know about me:
1. I was a rebellious teenager and dropped out of high school, but still managed to graduate from UC Berkeley, despite the fact that my high school counselors insisted I would never finish college.
2. I have eaten cat, rat, and drank chicha, an alcohol fermented with human saliva.
3. I spent a summer following the Dead, and selling veggie burritos out of my Volkswagon bus.
4. I have lived in Ghana, West Africa twice, for a total of a year and a half, and have been to 12 African countries. I am dying to go back.
5. My child is a souvenir from a trip to Ecuador, South America, where I was living in a shack in the rain forest, in a town run by a mean Cappuchin monkey named Peco, who I once saw attack a nun. My child is the sweetest person I know.
6. If I go out in public, a random person with an obviously unmanaged mental illness will generally try to strike up a conversation with me. I suppose I exude some sort of welcoming aura, since I work with severely mentally ill people.
7. I was once briefly held against my will by Nigerian diamond smugglers, from whom I was stupid enough to accept a ride while traveling from Cameroun home to Ghana.
8. I am quitting my job in June to spend more time with my child and my soon-to-be step-son, and will be taking photography classes and attempting to make a living doing what I love most. If it fails, I will go to grad school the following year for my Master's in Social Work, or possibly school pychology, and will go back to the mental health field.
9. I took piano lessons for 8 years as a child, and played competitively until 8th grade. I panicked during a big performance and quit on the spot.
10. I have had the same group of friends since high school, although a few people have joined and/or left the group along the way. They are my family.
11. Next week I will be 36, and have no idea how that happened. I am really weird about my birthday and wish I could just get older each year without having one.
12. I still have my son's placenta in my freezer. I brought it home to fertilize a tree, but haven't yet lived in a place I could plant a tree.
13. In second grade, I came home from school and told my mother that I was hit on the playground by a chubby Mexican boy. I wrote in my diary that "a third grader from Mr. Taylor's class hit me in the heart." My now fiance, aka Viva La Maquina, was the only chubby Mexican kid in Mr. Taylor's class at the time. He is my best friend ever. (In the early 80's all Hispanic kids in my school were assumed to be Mexican, but in this case, it was correct, and he is not offended by it.. ;) )
Hit Explore on January 7, 2008. #89
365: 158 Thirteen Things
Thirteen things you may not know about me:
1. I was a rebellious teenager and dropped out of high school, but still managed to graduate from UC Berkeley, despite the fact that my high school counselors insisted I would never finish college.
2. I have eaten cat, rat, and drank chicha, an alcohol fermented with human saliva.
3. I spent a summer following the Dead, and selling veggie burritos out of my Volkswagon bus.
4. I have lived in Ghana, West Africa twice, for a total of a year and a half, and have been to 12 African countries. I am dying to go back.
5. My child is a souvenir from a trip to Ecuador, South America, where I was living in a shack in the rain forest, in a town run by a mean Cappuchin monkey named Peco, who I once saw attack a nun. My child is the sweetest person I know.
6. If I go out in public, a random person with an obviously unmanaged mental illness will generally try to strike up a conversation with me. I suppose I exude some sort of welcoming aura, since I work with severely mentally ill people.
7. I was once briefly held against my will by Nigerian diamond smugglers, from whom I was stupid enough to accept a ride while traveling from Cameroun home to Ghana.
8. I am quitting my job in June to spend more time with my child and my soon-to-be step-son, and will be taking photography classes and attempting to make a living doing what I love most. If it fails, I will go to grad school the following year for my Master's in Social Work, or possibly school pychology, and will go back to the mental health field.
9. I took piano lessons for 8 years as a child, and played competitively until 8th grade. I panicked during a big performance and quit on the spot.
10. I have had the same group of friends since high school, although a few people have joined and/or left the group along the way. They are my family.
11. Next week I will be 36, and have no idea how that happened. I am really weird about my birthday and wish I could just get older each year without having one.
12. I still have my son's placenta in my freezer. I brought it home to fertilize a tree, but haven't yet lived in a place I could plant a tree.
13. In second grade, I came home from school and told my mother that I was hit on the playground by a chubby Mexican boy. I wrote in my diary that "a third grader from Mr. Taylor's class hit me in the heart." My now fiance, aka Viva La Maquina, was the only chubby Mexican kid in Mr. Taylor's class at the time. He is my best friend ever. (In the early 80's all Hispanic kids in my school were assumed to be Mexican, but in this case, it was correct, and he is not offended by it.. ;) )
Hit Explore on January 7, 2008. #89