Nicknames @ MindSay

My grandfather used to call me that. He was an interesting man, and not actually my grandfather. My grandmother remarried very late in life. My father's father died when I was three, and from what I understand was not particularly missed - a violent and unhappy man. Grandpa Jim came into my life when I was around 9 or 10, and left it when I was sixteen. I saw him a year before he died, two years after my grandmother had died, and I remember him being happy and not at all concerned with how close he was to death.

To this day, Bittersweet has been the most accurate nickname I've ever been given, and I've been given plenty. Shadow, Yaya, Schwarzenegger, Chuck, Dragonfly, Kitkat, Psycho, Fairy-girl - just a few names I've been slapped with in my time.   I didn't like it when he first started calling me Bittersweet. I thought he was making fun of me. At that point in my life, most of the spontaneous nicknames I'd received (meaning not a derivative of my name) had been ones chosen because they bothered me. It wasn't until years later that I realized he called me that because he couldn't figure out why this sweet, loving little girl could turn into an angry, caustic brat in less time than it took the Florida legislature to divert school funding.

The name still fits - I'm less bitter than I was, but it's still there. I'm also loving, caring, generous, and all those other things too. It balances out.

Snagged from Ali

1. what was your nickname when you were young?
Ferret

2. At what age did you start to pay more attention to the oppossite sex?
I honestly can't remember.  Younger than most, I think

3. If you were to define yourself with one word, what would it be?
Meh

4. How many best friends did you have in school?
2

5. Name three things that have made a great impact on your life.
1) Family - my biological family really fucked me up and no therapist will accept my insurance to help me fix it.
2) Josh - I don't know where I'd be without him.  He's the one that backs me up on everything.
3) Children - Their fault for making me want to be a teacher. 

6. If you could change three things wrong with the world right now, what would they be?
1) Too tired to think, yet I can't sleep, otherwise I'd answer.
2)
3)

7. How many brothers and sisters do you have?
1 full blooded sister, 1 half sister, 1 step sister, 2 step brothers.

8. What is the freakiest thing that you have ever done in public.
Made out? *shrug*

9. Name the strangest place you ever had sex.
*red face*  I am so not saying.

10.  Many years after you are gone, what do you think that you are going to be remembered for?
I was the most awesome fifth grade teacher in the world - 'cause I will be. 

11. What's your best talent?
Writing.  At least sometimes.

12. Do you hate anyone right now? Do you think someone hates you?
I don't feel like hating anyone right now.  I'm sure there's a few out there that hate me though.  Can't say I blame them too much either.

13. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
I ought to be a teacher by then... and a mother.  I better be.

14. What is your favorite food?
Fruits - pretty much any fruit.  I love fruit!

15. What word would you use to define your husband/boyfriend/mate?
uber-geeky

16. How many/ what kind of pets do you have?
2 black cats - Bagheera and Bruce.

17. If you could find a cure for 1 disease, what would you cure?
Diabetes

18. What is your best feature?
Men say my breasts... I say my eyes

19. What kind of vehicle do you drive?
I'm borrowing a Chevy Blazer.

20. Can you touch your nose with your tounge?
Heck no.

...throughout the years.

Care Bear
Graf-paper
Goldilocks
Curl
G-Miller
The Graf
The Ugly Girl On Four
Harve
Walter

...I'll update this as I remember more...

The other day, I was introduced to the rather nauseating nickname, "Candypants." Yes, I'm as old as I am, and I'd not heard this one before - I was just immediately aware of how derogatory that felt. But then it occurred to me - my nickname for Reese is "Spookypants". And it hadn't crossed my mind that this could be viewed as derogatory as well (though I have to say, there was absolutely nothing sexual about it when it first came up. "Pants" is just a fun word, and "spooky" is both odd and endearing - which is very much Reese.)

Then another point hit me that, this is Reese we're talking about. Unless you're actually criticizing something he's DOING, you can call him almost anything and he won't be insulted - he'll just laugh at you. And maybe drop you in the nearest horse watering trough for good measure. (Fortunately, I can outrun this boy.)

Looks like Sis Da Pro is out of the "game" of blogging, and I seem to be the only "loner" in this industry, but I suppose that isn't a bad thing, at least none of my real life friends I know of use Mindsay, so I suppose I can still have my mini Utopia in the mini corner of the Universe.

I turned off the filter for anonymous visitors, since I don't see how the information I'm going to "leak" on this blog would benefit anyone specifically, because I'm not dumb enough to post things that are so "confidential" that people involved would be hurt.

From now on, I'm going to use initials or nicknames for names of people I mention, can't be bothered with people suing my ass off 50 years from now for using their names without their permission.

Well today has been like another day, filled with step one, a lil' bit of fun, step two, the rays of sun. I was surprised how Mr Mc^2 and Mr E wasted literally 30 minutes of our class time trying to tell us to prepare for mock exams, and get us pumped up with study schedules and teaching us to "lie" to our parents that we do have homework, when we are actually in the room doing what-so-ever just to relax our nerves, since Mr Mc^2 kept reminding us of how important rest and studying was. Mr P also joined in the party to talk to us about the pre-IB Programme that we were to have right after IGCSE exams, and that we would have another Experience China programme near Gui Lin. So far it is planned to be a 5 day trip, and I kind of like the idea, cause that just means I have more time to be with MC outside school environment. Happy? Maybe... Excited? Kind of... Although I doubt I'd get any pictures of MC unless I really tried to, although I don't want to upset her, cause she doesn't like them....

One thing I have to mention though is that when Mr Mc^2 reminded us that the last IGCSE exams we were taking was Coordinated Science, Mr P did an extremely happy face with thumbs up, showing off a flooding smile. It was a funny expression, cause since the day Mr P walked in the halls of YCIS, you always thought he's such a serious man he'd never show a sign of smiling... well we kind of broke that deadlock this year, lol.

I'm starting to get a hang of Maths, although it would take quite a long time before I start ruling back to the Golden days. When I look back to my Primary days, my Maths has always been my pride, as I was doing courses that were 3 years ahead.... but now? Maths seems to be the subject that is dragging my ass along, and with the crashing out of a few "competitions" during the December exams, my chances of retaining honour roll status means that I would need at least a 85% for every single subject I do. My recent science test was a 85%, and to some extent its a good mark, but I'm frustrated, because I wanted the A*, the 90%+, not getting stuck in the As. I'm fed up with As, I have the ability to move up, and I want to, not because I have motivation from the big brain that sits on my right side in Science class, but also because I ignited the fighting spirit and desire deep inside. Its about time I do something about my academics, and if its going to happen, I guess it'll happen right here, right now.

Have a soccer game on Saturday, how unlucky can I be... MC's kid is leaving the orphanage to his adopted family on Saturday too, so I won't be able to go with MC... I guess that's life, had to talk to the Prophet personally to finally decide that I'd "give up" the orphanage for soccer. Will be going to the orphanage on Sunday too, since I find tranquility while I'm in the orphanage, and it has been my dream to constantly help the human society with all my ability, so I guess if I'm going to reach that life-long goal, I'd do it now. Guess that if Christians have enough time to go to Church every Sunday, then I'd have enough time to visit the orphanage every weekend :)

Pretty long post, and the slight thought of me losing memories that flow away from my fingers because of my un-willingness to write living proof of it was pretty much the sole reason for starting this blog again. I won't be bothering to change any of my former posts, although most of them are only visible to Sis Da Pro and my other friend, but I think I'd be posting on such a regular basis that my new posts would slowly pile up enough to squash all those old posts. It won't be worth it for  people to check out my old posts anyways, since my early posts were so simple, short, and shockingly stupid.

Just a mere glance of my world

In quiet and silent despair,
Build up of anger you can't repair,
A simple sorry doesn't dissolve the issue,
Your smile can only bury my tissue.

At this moment of time you do not understand,
How important to me a couple of words I demand.
Your voice is beautiful... my hands tremble,
I cannot withstand the eerie silence right after
the phone is down while I stand up.

Everytime I sing to you,
I only get smiles
that pleases every soul but cuts my mind.
Am I painting on an imaginary wall?
The only response seems to be echoes
down the long...long... corridor... of time.