What's your life story?

[BURN007]

i cant spell. so i wont even try.

[arjue]

I was born february 16th 1985 in Manly Hospital. I was diagnosed with a hand deformity where they're mis-shapen and missing some fine motor muscles. Doctors said I would never write properly or do anything involving fine motion, HA!

My appendix burst when I was 2. It took them a while to realise what was happening as its very rare for it to happen at such a young age. Apparently, if they waited a few more hours more before operating, I'd have died.

Um, my aunt died of cancer when I was very young, so I don't remember her at all. Same with one of my grandfathers.

At age 10, my grandmother had a heart attack and 2 strokes. She survived, but has never been the same. Because my mother had to stay with her for around 6 months, my dad was so busy taking care of us he didn't have time to run his business, and as such went bankrupt. It took a few years to get some financial stability.

Started playing bass when I was 15. I'm completely self taught. First song I learned was Guerilla Radio by RATM.

Through ages 16-17, I was incredibly shy and unsocial. After high school, I took 9 months off doing anything, and its the best thing I've ever done in my life. I'm nowhere near as shy as I was and I go out all the time now.

[Rhydant]

This man speaks the truth.

with all the random jobs youve had over the years, filing your taxes must be hell.

or do you even bother with the whole tax thing? you probably shouldnt.

[Razor Ramon]

Hrm, let's see:

I was born on October 4, 1984 in Jersey City, NJ. I've been living here ever since then. My mother is from New York and my father is from Puerto Rico. We've always had money problems so we've even lived in the same building since I've been born. We are the oldest tenants and pay very low rent. That's probably the only good part. The neighborhood is as dangerous as I can remember. Stepping outside at night has a high chance of ending bad.

Started going to private school at 4. It was okay. It was a little awkward, though. I learned Spanish as a child and didn't know much English despite living in the United States all of my life. Since I went to a small private school, everyone knew each other. I basically grew up with the same people from kindergarden all the way to eigth grade.

High school was a new experience for me. I was always a home-body and never traveled much. I stuck to video games because they were my escape from reality. In high school I was the outsider. I tried to fit in but people knew I wasn't a "thug" at all. I was really into other shit and they could smell it off of me. I was picked on my freshmen year. Sometimes I was afraid to go to class but I dealt with it. Sophomore year I took up boxing. It was really good because it picked up my self-esteem and I got really fit from it. I still remember this one guy got upset at me because I forgot his $10 watch at gym and when he went back it was missing. So after that he tried to drag me into the bathroom with his other friends to fuck me up. It quickly turned into a 3-on-1 fight that I was surprised to come out the victor of. Guess bullies are all talk because they didn't really put up much of a fight. After hitting one they all just talked shit until the principal broke it up.

I met some great friends in high school that I still talk to now. I'm currently in college and I have a girlfriend that I've been with for 18 months. I'm doing very well for myself, getting all sorts of awards and shit. I picked up the guitar so I can jam with friends of mine but it's going very slowly since I don't own a guitar now and I returned the guitar I used to practice with.

Love life was fucked up just like everyone else's but I got over it quickly and just dated a lot during high school. Didn't take anything too seriously but I'm happy with my woman now.

That's my life in a nutshell.

[frostwolf ex]

ok i will keep it short, since we both know the typos are going to be killer here.


Born may 25 1975 in a really stable and enjoyable family. Mother stayed at home, father was a high voltage wire electrician. Hell, even my grandmother(mother's side) lived with us, and got along with my father. had a pool, mother raised show quality boxers(the dogs), including one akc champion, newport, life was great... Then asshole father decides that he was tired of having a good life and leaves my mother for a 23 year olf stripper. Family gets the boot, now living in miniscule house half hour away with grandmother,who luckily had some pensions that pretty much saved our asses. Mother takes job at card company(american greetings) and manages to sneak in 60-70 hours a week to try to get food on the table. worthless asshole father uses intimidation and emotional manipulation to make sure he never pays a dime of child support, nor alimony, as this did not exist in pa at the time, so we are essentially flat busted ghetto, though at least at this time, johnstown's crime level in negligeable so at least it was less risky than some poor neighborhoods.


I went from being a very smart, but shy kid who was loved by his teachers for his story telling abilities(my mother read to me and made sure i read since i learned my first written word) to a overwhelmingly hostile, bullying monster who hated everyone, never studied, and would attack anyone, male or female who i though was even mildly disrespecting me. at this time my only goal was to live long enough to get a gun and kill my dear father. Suffice to say, this happened around first grade, and i was a subhuman terror, who was not even allowed to go to lunch or the bathroom at the same time as the other kids, because every time i could, i would attack one of them. the only sanity i had at that time was a kid 2 years older than me who had first become friends with me when he thought i was someone else, we shared a love of video games(atari 2600 and arcades at the time) and arthurian/sword and sorcery stories, so i kind of looked up to him as a big brother figure, we are actually still friends, but thats later on.


around 3 rd grade and later, i found a few teachers who were able to see past the subhuman behavior and started to draw me out by heaping me down with writing assignments, always free form stories,and always read before the class. at first they were 90% crap and 10% funny, but gradually, i noticed the kids who were afraid of me were digging my stories, so they got much better, as i devoured pretty much every stand up comedy record and book i could get at the time, to refine my stuff. I still had a violent temper, but i was now getting into far fewer fights, and rarely straight up bullying anymore. that was not enough though, so i got held back, not for grades, as they were actually starting to fall into line, but because of my fighting. around 7th grade, i got really put in my place as a girl i had a huge crush on turned me down because of my violence, it seems corny to think one thing like this would change a guy, but i realized this was worth (not) fighting for. Also around the second 7th grade i got some teacher who got in my face and really full on challenged me to get my potential. within 2 marking periods i had a b+average (cant do math in any form) and had won a regional short story contest for this comedy i had done.

also around this time(6th-7th gradev2.0) i had started gettign really religious. obviously the dad thing had me pretty down on the "god the father" metephore, but as i got more into understanding the world, i got really into marian devotion and the concept of the holy spirit, this was the embryonic beginnings of my vocation.

8th grade went by and i got into a local catholic high school, there i was more popular than i would have expected, since i could get almost any social group laughing pretty regularly. I kind of fell into a group that got called the 3 priests, as we all were shooting for vocations(also all 3 of us were at the same martial arts school), and as such could get a philosophical discussion going for almost a full class period, and did, often. also at this time my mother met my "true" father who, while boring as sin, had morals and discipline that my other one lacked. they were married after about a year of dating, and thats how i got my current surname "weible" (thus turning me german my adoption as well as genetics, and rocketing me, formerly "boyer" to the end of alphabetical seating arrangements ) At this time i dated a really wonderful girl named michelle, though we were too on and off to really ever consider a couple. and due to the inevitable clerical future for me, no point in looking at a future that you cant have, i kind of kept girls at arms reach. One good thing around this time was the birth of my little brother, who was good for me as i was able to steer 100% away from being anything like i was, kind of like getting a life to save after you messed up a significant portion of your own. He is now doing far better in school than i ever did, has never been in any fights, and is already teaching himself basic game design from some online stuff out there(his favorite is game maker). I guess i can consider that a win, a little nerdy, but sane.


3 years of yadda yadda later i went to a local college, university of pittsburg at johnstown, with a ending high school gpa of 2.85 or so, and a ending sat of 1170(720 verbal, 450 math, and you thought i was kidding when i said i cant do any math, eh?). I took psychology, and was preparing to enter the seminary upon graduation, when the psychologist who did my evaluation for the final step of admission stomped me down, he said i had severe authority issues, lack of leadership confidence, and a tendency to over-intellectualize, which indicated i was hiding something(in an interesting not of closure, both he and the priest recruiter at the time have both stepped down, after some of the guys they let through did some nasty things..i shouldnt gloat..but some times its hard not to ) plus it didnt help that during another test i had mentioned that i didnt see the problem with women beign ordained, a bit of a hot button then.

So, all my work gets scuttled and i become rudderless working at a grocery store and occasional youth homes, and grumblingly living at home, plus my grandmother's health starts taking a dive, so we all were pitching in and taking care of her, as her mobility was shot. and that was pretty much the situation till recently, a friend has helped me get a much better job with a local mental health agency, I have gotten back into martial arts and am going for my sam-dan, my evil father and i are slowly making up(the stripper left him, his house is condemned,and he is nearly bankrupt, my mother and later step-father too are actually helping him out, which shows exactly who my main catholic rolemodel in life was) though i still have to help care for my grandmother, who is still dealing with pretty severe leg ulcers,and golly gee, they have a strong hereditary basis, good to know for me . as a final bright spot, another friend is helping me circumvent the nonsense with the parish priests by helping me get in touch with the guys he is going into, the franciscans(i would rather be a jesuit, but hey, its all the same job in the end) so hopefully within 4 or so years i will finally be doing what i have to be doing, jsut witha different color outfit and less bookkeeping.


i now apologise in advance for the spelling, i tried the best i can.

[Hero]

I wrote a long-winded one before, and the board ate it.

Long story short, I'm not too exciting. Right now, I work as a graphic designer, making ads, flyers, calendars, forms, ect. for the university bookstore at CSULB.

Um...what else? I might get a contract deal, making promos for Breakthrough Entertainment, a promoting company that's backing my brother's band.

Our family tends to be perpetually broke, but living comfy just the same. Don't ask any questions on the subject, please.

I had a girlfriend...she freaked out and burned out from college life. Told me it was her, not me. I still care about her. Matt says it's nothing but trouble. I really don't push anything in that regard right now - too busy finishing the semester.

I'm an art major. Have been into it since 3 - I saw SMB and Zelda instruction books, and wanted to draw 'stuff like that.' Hence my introduction to videogames, anime, manga, and all sorts of other styles since then. I've played with all sorts of mediums and techniques, but drawing and a mechanical pencil are where I'm at home.

Back further...I had 1270 on SATs, a 4.2 weighted GPA (3.85 when you don't count the AP/Honors denotations). My parents knew I wanted to go to college, but didn't have the money to send me, so I applied for loans, and took a year off school to work. That was...interesting...took a job in promotional photography. Meaning, babysitting kids, and coaxing them to sit still so they can get holiday pictures taken.

High school was silly. Had fun, had close friends. They all moved on, grew distant, and that's the way life is. I have good, close friends now, and....

Well, to make a short story shorter, let's just say that I'm happy with where I'm at, where I'm heading, and with where I've been.

[perkyskirt]

I was born in Port Arthur, Texas in 84 and my mom says I won the sexy baby contest in the newspaper. My first word was "Car." 4 years later my mom gave birth to my sister and we moved to Groves (next to PA) for better schools. I was the good little bring home A's kid all that time and I was really into art stuff. I always felt a little nerdy and kinda non-belonging, but I had friends.

The summer before 6th grade I was at the beach cabin with my family and while my dad was watching the news on tv I was sitting in another chair thinking. It took about 5 seconds to finally understand everything weird in my life and I figured out that I was gay. So, I went home and cried for two nights and the secret ate at me for about 4 years until I told my first friends I made in High School. Through High School I made lots of really great friends, some that stuck around and some that did not. I made an effort not to hide my stupid secret from any of them because it made me feel guilty for whatever reason if they didnt know. One of my closest friends from middle school came back into my life and wanted to "go out" with me once he had heard about me through another friend. I loved him, but he was just a messed up guy. After a year of putting up with all his garbage I made a new set of friends (mostly guys, all my earlier friends were girls because I found them easier to talk to) that all took a great liking to me. All of my new friends were really different from me and in to their music/punk/metal scene and even though I don't really fit in and can't aways join in conversations, but they make kick ass friends anyway. Around that time my mother and father got a divorce because my mom wasnt getting any loving.

So I'm out of high school and going to a crappy community college. I don't have the slightest idea what to do with my life and I have a crush on one of my best (straight) friends. He knows I like him and it doesnt bother him, it's almost like we are better friends because of it. Me and him were going to the mall today and we got in a wreck. My car got hit from the side and it flipped over then got hit by another car that flipped us back up on our wheels. It was the scariest thing thats ever happened to me and if we would have gotten hit in a different place my friend or I might have died. This happened about 2 hours ago so sorry if this is a grammatical mess.

Other stuff:

I made an 1080 on my SAT (terrible at math stuff).
I gave up on doing anything art related in High School because I kind of got burnt out on it.
My mom and dad still do not know about me being gay because I have yet to work up the courage to tell them.
I'm not as gay as most gay people.
I eat at a Tex-mex place called Casa Ole about 3 times a week.
I hate college SO MUCH!!!
If you put your fuckin nasty shoes on my bed I kill you.
I like Bjork and it pisses people off.
I'm too nice and it is catching up with me.

[MVS]

Well we've always got the marriage of you and Aurora to look forward to.

[perkyskirt]

Well we've always got the marriage of you and Aurora to look forward to.

I've got the plane tickets and the ring, now i just have to get him to dump his boyfriend.

[MVS]

It's probably best to just tell your parents you are gay. I'm sure they probably have an idea. Just don't ask a sibling to go and tell them for you, as my sister did to me.

Nothing makes for uncomfortable and odd family get togethers like a sister and her lesbian lover.