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wigglewhiz) wrote2011-03-11 09:54 pm
wigglewhiz) wrote2011-03-11 09:54 pm
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Census Meme
OK, I can't resist the Census Meme. I don't know why, but I can't.
March 2011: I'm living in Invercargill, New Zealand, with Himself. I live in a pretty, relatively spacious 3-bedroom house with a garden and a garage with private parking and all sorts of nobby stuff. I own a barbecue. I'm living a bit of a sweet life in the material sense at long last. I'm working the most seriously grown-up and best-paid job I've ever had in my life, but it's STRESSFUL and I kind of hate it.
March 2001: I'm in my second semester of my second year at University, and I'm living in a small town in East Kilbride (Scotland) with my Asshat Ex. University is going well, but it's about to implode when I get into third year and find myself on the wrong side of a misogynistic post-grad tutor with a real God complex. Asshole.
March 1991: I'm 14 years old and in High School. I am a massive New Kids On The Block fan and right now I'm probably holding onto a concert ticket to see them in the Glasgow SECC. Mr Mylchreest, my History teacher, will eventually convince me that it's OK not to hold the damn thing in my grubby palm all day, every day and will give me a plastic wallet to put it in. I will think to myself that my life cannot possibly ever get any better than this as I sit in the nosebleeds watching tiny stick figures dancing, with my friends screaming in my ears and passing out around me at that gig.
March 1981: I am nearly four years old, and inexplicably I have very blonde bouncy ringlets. I am covered in bruises and band-aids from my determined attempts to explore everywhere/jump off of everything/go look at whatever that interesting thing is that people keep telling me not to go to. I'm about to start school, which I think is the most FANTASTIC acheivement of my entire life, and I frequently have to be dragged away from the stationery department of John Menzies whining that I WANT A PROTRACTOR. I have also embarrassed the hell out of my mother by having her stopped by a security guard and asked to tip out the contents of my pockets. It becomes clear that my career as a master criminal is prematurely at an end when I am found to be concealing several Creme Eggs, which I do not like to eat. My response to my mother's fearful enquiries as to WHYYYYYYY are apparently met with the immortal statement of fact: "they were shiny". I will later use this justification for pretty much everything.
It's funny seeing it in ten year snippets. Between March 2001 and March 2011 I got a degree, lost a parent, broke up with a partner, started (and kind of ended, OMG) a bellydance career, went to Egypt 5 times, found a new love, and moved halfway across the world. These last ten years have been pretty amazing, when you think about it...
March 2011: I'm living in Invercargill, New Zealand, with Himself. I live in a pretty, relatively spacious 3-bedroom house with a garden and a garage with private parking and all sorts of nobby stuff. I own a barbecue. I'm living a bit of a sweet life in the material sense at long last. I'm working the most seriously grown-up and best-paid job I've ever had in my life, but it's STRESSFUL and I kind of hate it.
March 2001: I'm in my second semester of my second year at University, and I'm living in a small town in East Kilbride (Scotland) with my Asshat Ex. University is going well, but it's about to implode when I get into third year and find myself on the wrong side of a misogynistic post-grad tutor with a real God complex. Asshole.
March 1991: I'm 14 years old and in High School. I am a massive New Kids On The Block fan and right now I'm probably holding onto a concert ticket to see them in the Glasgow SECC. Mr Mylchreest, my History teacher, will eventually convince me that it's OK not to hold the damn thing in my grubby palm all day, every day and will give me a plastic wallet to put it in. I will think to myself that my life cannot possibly ever get any better than this as I sit in the nosebleeds watching tiny stick figures dancing, with my friends screaming in my ears and passing out around me at that gig.
March 1981: I am nearly four years old, and inexplicably I have very blonde bouncy ringlets. I am covered in bruises and band-aids from my determined attempts to explore everywhere/jump off of everything/go look at whatever that interesting thing is that people keep telling me not to go to. I'm about to start school, which I think is the most FANTASTIC acheivement of my entire life, and I frequently have to be dragged away from the stationery department of John Menzies whining that I WANT A PROTRACTOR. I have also embarrassed the hell out of my mother by having her stopped by a security guard and asked to tip out the contents of my pockets. It becomes clear that my career as a master criminal is prematurely at an end when I am found to be concealing several Creme Eggs, which I do not like to eat. My response to my mother's fearful enquiries as to WHYYYYYYY are apparently met with the immortal statement of fact: "they were shiny". I will later use this justification for pretty much everything.
It's funny seeing it in ten year snippets. Between March 2001 and March 2011 I got a degree, lost a parent, broke up with a partner, started (and kind of ended, OMG) a bellydance career, went to Egypt 5 times, found a new love, and moved halfway across the world. These last ten years have been pretty amazing, when you think about it...