Post by teagan krondike on Jul 23, 2009 0:10:14 GMT -5
teagan renae krondike
N I N E T E E N . A S P I R I N G W R I T E R . S A R C A S T I C
Okay, well my mother really got into the whole fate/signs kinda junk and so when she was sitting at my older sister's small table at her little tea party and my sister asked her if she wanted 'tea again,' Mom took it as a sign to name me Teagan (she was pregnant with me during the tea party). I know it's sort of weird but I like my name. Renae was my dad's sister's name and my last name... Well, I don't really know what to say about it other than I have to have it until I get married.
As of now, I am currently a fresh nineteen year old. I was born in Madison, Wisconsin at some little hospital that I forgot the name of. Anyways, I was born on July 1, 1990. I weighed 6 pounds and 5 ounces and I was eighteen inches. A very small little baby I was, and I'm still small.
Hmm... you know how hard it is to just list all your likes on the spot? It may not be hard for you but it is for me. I'll remember a whole bunch but I'll still forget a few and then later on when I'm talking about something, I'll think of more. Anyways, as of now, I like bright colors, sunsets, fruit, friends and family, sleep, fun, running, writing, reading, animals, music, laughing, movies, popcorn, chocolate, sweets, guys of course, dancing, dancing in the rain, thunderstorms, mysteries/surprises and that's all I can think of, but I'll keep you posted if I remember more. -smiles-
These are always hard to remember too. Well, I don't like crappy weather, waking up early, traffic, posers, players, horror movies, silences, teasing, rumors/gossip, the word 'hate', rap, snobs, clingy/annoying people, pickles, carrots, celery (unless it's with peanut butter), stalkers, and I don't know what else.
Well, so everyone knows, I LIKE GUYS! Yes, I'm heterosexual. Don't get me wrong, girls are cool too, but only as friends for me. Currently I'm single and looking around, so be on your best behavior boys 'cause I might be watching. And don't be afraid to talk to me, I won't bite. Hmm... past relationships? Well, there was this one guy, Wesley. It was in ninth grade back in Wisconsin and we were having the Valentines Day Dance. I kept finding little secret admirer notes in my locker until the last one asked me sweetly to the Valentines Dance. I was supposed to meet them at the front door and they'd be the one who hands me a rose. Of course, I went, wanting to find out who this boy was and I find Wesley. He was totally cute and super sweet we were together up until we had a really big argument before I came to hollywood. I miss him a lot sometimes and even regret leaving, but then I look out my window and see the craziness of Hollywood.
• I'm pretty sure that I still love him, I can't get over him. Yes, I still love Wesley. I wish I didn't though. I think about him a lot and I wish he was here with me. I think about calling him, but as soon as I pick up the phone, my hand starts shaking and I fall to the ground crying. I've known him for like five years. I try seeing other guys, but it isn't the same.
• I witnessed a murder and nobody knows but me. I was fifteen and I was riding my bike over to the gas station with a friend. She had to go to the bathroom so I told her I'd pay for our snacks and beverages. We were on our way to the beach to hang out with some other friends. As I waited for her (she had some other snacks she wanted to pay for) I was walking around in the back where they kept all the drinks and cold stuff when I heard the little bell sound announcing that someone had come in. I peeked around the corner and there was this guy standing in front of the counter pointing a gun straight at the woman sitting behind the cash register. My eyes were wide and I started shaking, scared to death. She started calmly talking him down, but she was too quiet for me to hear. He brought the gun down to his side and I thought it was over once he left.
After Molly (my friend) paid for her stuff, we headed to the beach and had a blast, I practically forgot all about the incident at the gas station. The sun started setting though so me and Molly headed out. We lived in opposite directions so she had to turn off and as I rode for a couple blocks still. But as I came to the first intersection, I stopped midway. There had been a very recent car crash. I saw a now crushed up taxicab in the middle of the intersection crunched into an old Ford truck. I didn't know what to do, so I started looking for a phone. I noticed one up at the beginning of the crosswalk so I was about to pedal forward, but I stopped. The man that I had saw at the gas station earlier stepped out of the truck. His forehead was bleeding and he was pretty beaten up. I was gonna ask if he was okay or if he needed help, but then he spoke, his voice sort of raspy. "Why didn't I die?!" he yelled, throwing his hands to the sky and falling on his knees. Then he shakily took the pistol from his inner jacket pocket, lifted it to his head, and pulled the trigger. I flinched as I heard the loud bang, and without thinking, screamed and cried. Before I knew it, there was an ambulance and everything at the scene. When they noticed me on my bike, they questioned me, asking if I saw anything. I said no.
• Okay well, I'm kind of claustrophobic. I say kind of because there are certain things I can stand. I guess it all started when I was in sixth grade and we were playing hide-and-go-seek at some birthday party. I went with my cousin and hid in the little tiny closet under the stairs and boy was it cramped in there! I couldn't see anything and I felt like the walls were gonna close in on me. I got all dizzy and started breathing real hard almost like I was having a panic attack. My cousin got all worried and didn't know what to do and when she tried getting closer to me I shoved her away and started freaking out, yelling at her to get out and to let me out. Ever since then, I haven't been able to stay in small spaces.
• I absolutely dislike knives! They are really scary. I mean, I'll use them and put them away when I have to, but otherwise I don't like them being pointed at me or anything like that. You see, when I was probably about five—and you can only imagine what this would be like for a five year old—my older brother was using a knife to cut something I can exactly remember what it was, and cut himself on accident. But then, later on that year, he was looking for a knife to cut something and grabbed the butcher knife from my mom's knife block thing and threatened me with it. I was down on the ground screaming in an instant. He was only joking, but it was still scary.
• I really wanna be a famous writer like Sarah Dessen or Stephen King or someone like that
• To meet a great guy and fall in love (yeah, I know, I know, it's a stupid sappy goal but I don't care)
• Make good money when I start really writing books
• Find a good place to publish my books
• MY PARENTS -- Ronald (53) and Deborah-Lea (50) Krondike, Dad and Mom. I love these folks and I think they're the best. They've taught me everything I know and also to follow my dreams, which is what made my decision to come to Hollywood. My dad's a columnist for the newspaper and my mom is a doctor.
• MY SIBLINGS -- where would I be without these two? I've got my older brother Cody (24) who's a diesel mechanic. He married this super nice girl, Kate who is now pregnant with my very first niece/nephew. She is finishing up vet school online at the moment. And of course my sister, Annette (23). She's helped me through a lot of girl stuff and it's just nice to have an older sister who's gone through everything already. Currently she's in Saint Cloud, Minnesota working at a salon as a cosmetologist.
• GRANDPAPA -- Sadly, my mom's parents both died a couple years after I was born so I didn't know them too well. My other grandma died the day after my seventh birthday so then I was left with my grandpa, or as I always called him, Grandpapa. He was my fishing buddy, the one who helped me ride my first bike without training wheels, he was there through it all. He even let me milk the cows and even his goats at the farm. I was almost always with him and he taught me a lot on the ride. I loved how he would always teach me lessons in metaphors and smile at me as I tried to figure out what he meant. I don't know what I would've done without my grandpa.
• AUNT RENAE -- Well of course I'm going to close with the aunt who I got my middle name from. She was the one to take me shopping and do motherly things when my own mom couldn't. She was very special to me.
Well, my past all started once I was born. A rambunctious little one, I was! And very talkative too. As soon as I could say anything I would, even if no one understood me because it was all mumbo-jumbo. And of course as soon as I could crawl, I crawled anywhere, and once I knew I could walk, I walked everywhere my little legs carried me. My mom said this meant I was going places once I was older. I guess she saw the future. Other than that, I was a very happy, giggly, smiley baby.
When I got into elementary school, I made a lot of friends—mostly because I would just go up and talk to anybody I wanted to—and my teachers all found that I was very smart. In third grade, we got to keep journals and every Friday, we would get to write whatever. We could write songs, stories, what happened that day, or sometimes our teacher Miss Grey would tell us a story and we would have to finish it however we wanted. Then, if we wanted to we could sit on the Hot Seat and share what we wrote. I loved sharing and raised my hand every time. Then in fourth grade, we got to write a story that had to do with winter and Christmas since it was before winter break. I loved that so much that it just made me want to write stories even more. I actually started writing in second grade when I was really into drawing and liked drawing pictures for my stories.
Sixth grade was really the most favorite year for me. The last of one teacher for everything (and by the way my teacher was the greatest), the last time we were all together. What I mean by that is, in sixth grade, everyone was friends with everyone and we all liked each other, we all sat together at lunch, or at least at the two tables we took up. It was the greatest year and I thought it would continue in high school, or I hoped it would.
Sadly, when seventh grade came around, the very first day started with drama. We got a new girl who was a bratty rich kid who got everything she wanted. She stole my best friend's boyfriend, teased anyone she didn't like and if I do say so, dressed a bit sluttish. I didn't like her one bit. She ruined our class. Soon, two tables turned into six and there was more fighting and gossiping and it just went downhill.
As I said before, in ninth grade was when I met Wesley. I had moved to our school in the middle of eighth grade year and I had a crush on him ever since. I was my first actual crush. We became close friends rather quick after a geography project and we were together from then on. But we never dated, that was until he became my secret admirer, giving me notes, sending me carnations. He was the sweetest boy I had ever met and I was sure I loved him and we were going to get married and be happily ever after.
But I forgot about my mom saying how I was going places as soon as I could, and she had been right. After graduation, my boss (I worked at our printing shop, mostly just cleaning up) who loved me and told me I was born to write told me that I should think about going on to bigger and better. At the time, I had been planning on going to school at the University of Minnesota, but she told me about going to Hollywood. I loved the whole idea about it, it was my dream. Except Wes didn't think about it the same way. You see, we had planned on going to school together and then get married after he was done and I was finishing up my last two years. He got really mad at me and we argued and yelled and threw tantrums and cried and hugged and slapped and it was just a mess. I packed my stuff up in tears and left as soon as I had everything and said my goodbyes.
um, i really feel like making cookies right now
She walked out the door along with Michael, side by side. She kept a smile planted on her soft face as she lead him out to her 'stang'. "Michael, meet Yellow M & M. Yellow M & M, meet my new friend Mike," she said giggling. Danni knew she probably looked like some sort of a freak to him but she didn't care, this was how she was and she couldn't change that. She took her keys out of her bag and unlocked the doors. She walked up to the driver's side and yanked on he door handle to open the car door, hopping into the seat the steering wheel now in front of her. She pulled the door shut behind her and buckled her seatbelt over her. She stuck the key into the ignition and turned it on. She twisting a few dials to heat the car up quick and brought the steering wheel down. Then, she shifted into drive and accelerated out of her parking spot and out onto the street.
She couldn't stand the silence (as she said before) so of course she had to flip on the radio. She started seeking through the stations until she found something she liked. The song that was playing was Jack Johnson. She loved him! She also liked a whole other variety of music but this was what she felt like listening to right now so she turned it up a little. "You don't mind do you?" she asked Mike for permission, even though it was her car, she didn't want to be rude. She went back to focusing on the road and cars ahead of her so they didn't end up getting into an accident. That would not be too good at all. "So.. I thought we could go to Wally World. That okay with you?" she asked turning to him for a moment, then glancing back to the road, stopping at a stoplight, and waiting for it to change to green. She hoped he wouldn't mind going there. She needed to grab a few things, but she wanted to go there for fun anyways. She always seemed to have fun at Wally World. Her and her friends used to go and mix shoes with other shoes and put them in different boxes that said different sizes on them. This was a very easy thing to do and get away with because one of her friends used to work at Wally World. They did a whole lot more crazy things than that but that doesn't matter.
When they finally arrived in full view of the store and drove into a parking spot in the huge parking lot, Danni shifted into park and cut the engine. "Ready to begin your tour of South Beach?" she inquired unbuckling her seatbelt. Not like she needed his thoughts, they were going in whether he wanted to or not. Anyways, she hadn't been shopping for fun for a long while. She missed it, just being able to take as much time as you wanted, not being in any rush at all, buying whatever you wanted (as long as you could afford it). "Hurry up!" she told Michael as she opened the door and jumped out of the Ford Mustang and slammed the door shut behind her. She stood by the car and waited for him to get out so she lock the doors and they could hurry their little buns inside where it was warmer.
hi there, you can call me dino. I'm pretty good at this game since I've been playing for 3/4-5 years I think?. I'm so amazing, I even read the rules. Oh, you don't believe me? Fine, I'll prove it. haha, I don't need to! I wrote the rules. You see? Incase you haven't noticed, I love using alexis bledel because they are totally awesome. And if you need to get a hold of me, you can do that via pm, or email which I will only give if you ask nicely : ). Ta ta for now! It was lovely talking to you.
