I've got nothing to say, but it's okay...

I'm going to tell you my life story, because I honestly haven't a thing to say right now!  God, I hope this doesn't seem narcissistic.  Even though it totally is.
       On July 11, year undisclosed, Christina Celeste Last Name Not Mentioned was born in a seemingly small town of Pennsylvania.  As my father has reminisced, many times, he noted just when I was born that I looked like a large peach; I was round, UNDOUBTEBLY, red, and fuzzy.  I apparently continued to purse my lips, and not say much, and seemed to 'look like I wasn't enjoying myself in the limelight of the delivery room from nurses and family'.  I smile at the fact; I think this initial behavior would channel my later personality, but was faint in my first few years.  
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       My entire family resided in Western New Jersey.  My mother's side lived in Livingston, and my father's in Ridgewood.  Weekly visits ensued, creating almost a 'double life' for me.  I'd go to preschool, or in my suuper littleness chill around my house with mum, watching Little Bear and Blues clues, while gardening and playing with the cat, Ricky.  I attended a small pre-school, unattached from the school I ended up at for my entire life, so far.         When I was three, almost four, my family (on my mother's side; my gran, Charlie [grandfather], my aunt, my brother, mother, and father) and I went to Disney World.  This trip was momentous; when I actually think about it, this trip was almost a pivotal event in my life.  It was the last time I would travel anywhere with my entire family, specifically my grandfather Charlie, and was the beginning of many ideas and parts of my life, too; it sparked my interest in inventing and creating, thinking and dwelling upon the impossible, and initially opened the door to my already blooming imagination.  I saw many different colors and ideas and daydreams on that trip, let's just say, that never left me and still tinker on the brink of ridiculous.  I met Alice from Alice in Wonderland, who convinced me to ride on the notorious Teacups ride in Disneyland's Magic Kingdom.  Perhaps I've mentioned something like, "Never getting off the ride," in one of my past posts.

5 - 10

       Through five to ten, not much except the existance of an ignorant child happened.  I went to school, was ignored by mostly everybody (leaving me to the inside of my head, starting that itchy habit, and my imagination), and started figure skating in second grade.  Skating was my life; it was a drain pipe to the rain of it all, and let this alleged rain water to freeze, and serve as an outlet to stress and artistry.  After the death of Charlie about a year after the trip to disney, and four or five years after that, my grandmother (wife of Charlie, on my mum's side) moved out to pennsylvania, to be close to myself and my brother, as well as my parents.  My aunt lived with her, to take care of her, for she couldn't really take care of herself well, and still can't.  I was there every single day, right after skating practice to 8:00 P.M.  I'd swim in the pool (it's a ranch house, with a pool) every day of summer, and often invited the one childhood friend I had over to swim.  

10 - now.

        When I started fifth grade, in about...October, I met my 'best friend' (the same one that ruined my life...?) and all seemed to be well.  I was basically tricked into ignoring the few friends I had, and ditched them for this new...bi - I mean friend.  This was the beginning of things getting out of hand.  Sixth grade was horrible; socially, except for the best friend, I was incessantly bullied and hassled.  I had the self esteem of a...person with no self - esteem!  I tried to fit in so bad, but was next successful.  I learned to not attempt to fit in unless I naturally do (which I don't) through all that.  Seventh grade was the worst year of my life to date; I developed a nasty case of Panic & Anxiety disorder, lost a ton of weight from it, and developed numerous health problems due to the lack of not eating healthy.  

       I was a nervous wreck, and was also having serious issues with my Latin teacher (who left the school), who verbally, emotionally, and somewhat physically abused not only me but my classmates.  My grades were horrible because as a person, I was doing horrible.  Thankfully, I finally got help and picked myself up off my feet, and started eight grade on the best foot possible.  I was ditched by the friend (I was heartbroken for months, but now am okay most of the time), but found better, nicer people to spend the time I have for socializing.  I started writing a ton more than before, and started reading quality books and being a generally happier person.  I also have been getting amazing grades the entire year.  I've grown up a lot.  That's the best part.

I TAG ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO DO THIS.  Please don't think I'm narcissistic, I really had nothing to say, and promised a long post!  Haha!