One year ago today
, in 2002, I was trying to sort out the tension in my household, trying to deal with school, trying to deal with my overwhelming adoration of Darkside, and trying to get along with digitalambience
Two years ago today, in 2001, the floor had turned black with ants in the kitchen, Little Fayoumis was upset and crying about it because he was scared of them, I was hitting them with a hammer to squash them. We eventually went and chilled in the hot tub, and I held informal Circle there. Oh, gods, and I was still hoping to date Dennis, wasn't I. Smoooooth move, woman. *hits self in head*
Three years ago today, in 2000, I was living with BJ in the tiny rental place, or getting ready to move in. Work was going all right. I had my CAR!
Four years ago today, in 1999, I was living in the dorms up at UAF, barely holding on. The semester was ending, and I should have left months earlier.
Five years ago today, in 1998, the barely-resolved sexual tension between Shawn and me was enormous, but I was still a virgin. I wished he would kiss me.
Six years ago today, in 1997, we were getting ready for summer. Shawn killed my calculator, the bastard.
Seven years ago today, in 1996, I was trying to get over the fact that I wasn't going to get to go to CTY, even though it was my nevermore year.
Eight years ago today, in 1995, I was working on ectogenesis
under its original name, going after MiniDark (I swear, he and Darkside are clones... the photos of Darkside at the same age look identical, and they even have the same first name...), and thanks to the drummer ex and Savil's girlfriend, I discovered that I was bi...
Nine years ago today, in 1994, I was finishing up my eighth grade year, trying not to flunk but not caring anymore, heavily into science fiction, loving the library, searching frantically for the book that I could have hallucinated and that one kid never brought back to the library, The Great Rip-Off
. YA romance, with computers and psychics. A perfect book for me... Oh, and snarky, sarcastic men. Gotta have that.
Ten years ago today, in 1993, I was finishing up 7th grade. Mike Crouteau was hitting on me; I literally hit him back with a library book. The popular girls were teasing me.
Eleven years ago today, in 1992, I was almost done with 6th grade. Ty Keltner and I were dating, and he was a really fun guy to spend time with. His little brother was such a cute kid, and I could see babysitting him. Timmy actually started thinking that I was cool.
Twelve years ago today, in 1991, I was still in 5th grade, part of the Ginger/Gaia/Galadriel/Joanie clique. We were together. We were exclusive. We weren't popular, per se, but we had each other. We were obnoxious little brats and picked on poor Lillian.
Thirteen years ago today, in 1990, Mrs. Banks was my favorite teacher of all time, in 4th grade. She read us books every day, and we rubbed her shoulders, which became knots of tension. Chris and I were the best at doing that. Chris was the guy who wasn't so smart, but if you were his friend, he was probably really cool. I wasn't really his friend. I told Mrs. Banks about what was happening with all of the guys that I loved. (Some years later, I thought about telling her about my fiancee, but tested first by telling her that someone had a crush on Narcissa, and it was a girl, and instead of saying that this was sooo cool, she said ick, so I refrained.)
Fourteen years ago today, 1989, in 3rd grade, I was very likely frustrated that I didn't get to hear the geography stories, because GT met during that period, and I always had to miss it, and that made me so, so very mad. But I went anyway, because I had to.
Fifteen years ago today, 1988, in 2nd grade, I was still frustrated about math and cursive writing. I hated them both.
Sixteen years ago today, 1987, first grade, it was all pretty outside... there was probably still snow, and it was getting melty, and I wanted to play in the drips from the eaves as soon as it started dripping.
...My father had said once that the custom went like this: if a girl bathed her face in the dew on the morning of May Day without speaking a word to anyone first, she would be beautiful.
Lacking morning dew (May in Alaska is still cold!), I would slip outside and wash my face in a handful of snow taken from the top of the nearest clean snowbank, before speaking a word to anyone.
I did this for quite a while, before coming to the shocked realization one time that it had, in fact, been working...