ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
01 February 2010 @ 12:04 am
I told my parents I was bisexual last week - their response? Probably the most positive any daughter could hope for. They said that they already suspected, that I'm a wonderful person, and that they're proud of me (not for being queer in particular, just in general.)

Everyone should be so lucky to have parents like mine.
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
09 December 2008 @ 10:31 pm
Meme... hannah_nutwood tagged me to post six fun facts about myself. So... here goes.

1. I have a Weakness for Old, Dirty Politicians

When I was 11, I had a crush on the NDP MLA for South Surrey White Rock, not a traditionally attractive man. When I was 15, I became obsessed with and fangirled over Stockwell Day, the Reform leader. Also not traditionally attractive. Later, I developed a (very secret) crush on the guy who beat him out for the top spot of that amalgamated party, a Mr. Stephen Harper (anyone heard of him?). No comment on his physical attributes necessary. It finally hit me that despite their apparent unattractiveness and general ghoulishness, either in appearance or politics (Mr. Campbell, I'm looking at you), I found them all animalistically attractive.

clockwise from upper left... Canadian Minister of International Trade Stockwell Day, B.C. Premier Gordon Campbell (in his mug shot), former U.K. PM Tony Blair, current Canadian PM Stephen Harper, former B.C. Minister of Finance Gary Collins, former U.S. President Bill Clinton

2. I Am Legally Blind in My Left Eye (and failed the vision test for an AB Operator's License, but they gave me one anyway.)

When I was three years old, I fell over a tricycle, and my parents realized that I couldn't judge where it was; I had no depth perception. My mother knew of the warning signs for Strabismus, and so looked for them in both Pie Face and myself. However, because I only had a problem in one of my eyes, it never manifested itself in an actual turn, so I went three years without treatment. When they finally diagnosed I was nearly four years old, and they had to perform muscle surgery. Next time you see me, ask me to look to the left, and look in my left eye; there is a visible vertical scar where they cut in. It didn't really work, and the result was amblyopia.

The Canadian Optometrist's recommendation was to take your children in for vision checkups after three years; if this had been one year, it would have been caught and fixed. As it is I will never be able to perform surgery due to their desire to save money by cutting down on children's vision checkups. But I'm not bitter.

3. My Grandmother Was Kissed by Hitler

My great-grandfather worked as a translator for Benito Mussolini, and one day he was called on to be present at a meeting between Hitler and Mussolini. Augusto brought his kids in with him, and when Hitler left the meeting first, he stopped by my grandmother and her siblings. He sent his adjutant to get them cookies, and gave them each a kiss.

4. I am both a Viking and Roman (and Celtic... and Saxon... aside from the modern nationalities...).

Apparently my ancestors were into a little cross-breeding; pieington, aka my sister, has done a few branches of our genealogy extensively, and has found mention of our specific ancestors in a few historical sources. A fellow named Dolfin (Dolfin son of Gospatric son of Archil) is believed to have descended from Scottish kings, but we don't know that for sure. We know for sure that he was our ancestor though. :D Add that to my sister's occipital bun, our EPIC Roman noses (although I haven't got one), and a few more of Pie Face's geneaologies, and you have confirmed status as pretty much everyone who colonized or otherwise lived in Britain two thousand and more years ago! The picture is of pieington and I, in all of our Viking glory.

5. I had Dolls Called "No Hair" and "Yes Hair".

I had two of the same type of doll when I was a child, and one of them had brown curly hair, and the other had like "hair marks" where they were trying to represent straight hair with indentations (Do you follow? I'm not sure I do). I named the one with hair "Yes Hair" and the one without hair "No Hair". (Fact 5.5... I also had a small stuffed octopus that I named "Vines on the Boobs" when I was eight years old.)

6. Big Bruises Give Me a Sense of Accomplishment

The bigger the bruise, the more you (probably) went through to get it, right? That's how my brain works. I like having epic bruises. The picture is one of the more recent ones... turned black and white for contrast. It is a picture of my left arm.

I tag... scifijunkie, pixienymph, pieington, madameripper and dives.
tags: meme
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
10 November 2008 @ 02:08 am
I just spent an hour on a post. Firefox ate it. LJ saved a draft five minutes in and then forgot to do any more. I'm going to fucking kill something.
tags: fuck
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
04 November 2005 @ 04:42 pm

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