Marvelously Dull Life

  Warrensburg, Missouri 2008 or 2009 Age seven was apparently a bad year for me. You might have heard that every 7 years, every cell in your body has died, and been replaced, essentially making you a new person. This is false -->  Here lies the proof When I was 7 I was at a routine check-up at the Doctor's. As were about to sign out I got bored of waiting for my Mom to do the paperwork, and wandered off to the Nurses lounge. I thought that Nurses had to be nice, because they help people, therefore, the perfect people to hang out with. The Nurses thought I was cute, and asked where my Mama was, and I told them. The Nurse I approached did a standard "If I poke you here does that hurt?". As my Mom approached, the Nurse asked me "Has anyone touched you inside your underwear?" to which I replied "Yes, and Daddy took pictures". My Mom, and the Nurse looked at each other. The Nurse said "You know I have to report this right?" Mom replied "Pl

 As a kid I was sometimes held down, and forced to watch horror movies. Sometimes as punishment, sometimes not. I'm writing this just to make a record of my memories. Would I rather forget? Yes. But I want to document everything that happened so if I ever get to see my abuser on trial I have a record of what happened. There were many incidents. This one is one I've been fighting to forget. Belton, Missouri 2008 or 2009 I started acting different when I was 7. A bad kind of different. This was the age when I first started displaying symptoms of trauma. My stomach hurts remembering. Or because I didn't eat lunch. Probably both. Before: It was Adam (Dad), Erika (Step Mother), Brady (Step-Uncle, younger than me), Landon (Step-Uncle, younger than me), and Me. Adam, and Erika had rented a movie. They liked scary movies, and movies by [Director's Name], the movie was animated in his signature style. The Movie was [Movie Name]. They put the movie in, and set up the title screen

 Before I had this blog, I had a website. It was made by my mom for my 13th birthday, role-modeled after her own Harry Potter RP site. I though Magikal was a super cool website so when my mom made me pinktiger.boards.net I was super excited for all the fun times I could have with my friends. When it became apparent none of my friends were as interested in online Harry Potter Role Play as I was I quickly abandoned the site. Lost to time, with only a handful of members (four of which are just me with different names) I thought it had gotten taken down long ago. The last I had heard of it was when my long-time bff told me she had visited it in 2015. Hadn't really heard, or thought about it since. Until today. Pink Tiger was named after my favorite color, and favorite animal. So original, I know. The current members are Admin (my mom), DarkAngel (my long-time bff), Alice (a girl I used to go to school with who was more Angel's friend than mine), kittykat (Me), Paris (a character of

Promotional Poster for Hamilton Hamilton (Left), and Burr (Right) Burr (Far Left), Eliza (Left), Angelica (Center), and Peggy (Right) The first time I watched the musical Hamilton, I was by myself. I saw it on Disney +, the day it came out, having heard the hype, but never seen it. I thought it was okay, first act was boring, overall it was okay. Hamilton wasn't the best rapper (or singer), and on my own the emotional scenes just felt awkward to me. Tonight I watched it with my mom (on Disney +). She hadn't seen it either so I suggested we watch it together. Watching it the second time with someone else made a big difference. Movies are just fine watching on your own, they are something to be both private, and shareable. Theater, however, well it's something you kind of need to watch with someone. Imagine sitting in a Broadway Theater, and you are the only one there. Sure the novelty would be interesting, but it just wouldn't be as fun being the only pers

It's late, and I'm tired. So I'll cut to the chase. I'm not known for being the most reliable writer. I mean the sheer amount of posts I've made that promise a part two, that are still sitting, and collecting dust. Well I doubt I have an audience. I don't remember how long it's been since I posted, but I'm in a bad mood so I don't even care. This is a vent. This is for me. This is NOT for my lying, cheating, douche of a now ex-boyfriend. I don't even want to get into it right now, I just want to cry or scream, or punch him in his stupid face. I know it's not my fault, but I can't help to berate myself for starting this relationship. To be honest I don't love him. I don't have a strong emotional connection to him. I feel upset, but also like I could move on tomorrow afternoon. If I decide to post again, I'll explain more. Basically my point is this: I finally get a boyfriend After years of being alone, wishing for love

First, a few Updates: 1. I am now legally an adult! Woo! 2. I GRADUATED!!!!!!!!! I honestly wasn't sure I would make it but I did!!!! 3. In a couple weeks I am going to be moving out so I can start my new job as an apartment manager 4. I just ate half a pint of ice cream at one-something a.m. Now that we have gotten that stuff out of the way let's get down to business. So for my birthday, me and my mom went to the mall we saw Avengers: Endgame (10/10) and I got lots of stuff. One of the things I got was Fahrenheit 451. I haven't read it yet but am very excited to since it is a very famous piece of literature. Now I've been wondering lately, since I have time on my hands what to write on my blog. I was pretty stumped until I had a brilliant idea. Me: What should I write for my blog? Maybe I should get rid of it since I don't post much. Myself: Don't, it is important Me: Why? Myself: Because it is okay? Wait, are you ever going to read those boo

Do you ever meet people, whether in real life or online that you just connect with? Have you ever stayed true to your team, unwavering loyalty until you were all that is left of a once magnificent plane? The key clacks of a glorious battle still ring in my ears as I recall my time on https://shellshock.io I had heard about the game at school. My peers had a preference of playing this game rather than do their work. A dangerous game considering how close we are to graduation. I was at home while my mother was on her computer. I told her about the game, and she went to investigate playing as "Your Mom" (Yes, really). I quickly sat myself before my desk in order to join on the fun. Upon entering the website I equipped myself with a RPEGG (this game is filled with egg puns). Entering the first fight I figured out the controls, and gave some ominous one-liners. Quickly getting bored, out of lack of intellectually stimulating company, I moved on. Hopping from game t