Who I Am

Who am I?
Interesting question. Who are we? Or better yet, why are we? 

*Deep breath*

Just kidding. Kind of.

But really, what would you like to know about me? Well here are the basics that everyone already knows:

  
This is me. Hi.
I am a Kiwi, born and raised in New Zealand, until I moved to the United States about halfway through my high school career.


I have three siblings: a brother and two sisters. My older brother and sister are in Australia, and my baby sister lives with me and my mum.

I love and hate to run. I've been doing it since I was 7 years old, and have been doing it ever since, although lately not as much as I want/should.

I love trying new things, especially if there is a slight chance of danger - I thrive in those situations. I am addicted to adrenaline, and I love challenges.

As much as I complain about people, I try and make them the #1 priority over anything else, but it doesn't always work like that.

Sleep is like a ninja - so close and yet invisible. To me, at least. Right now, as I'm writing this, I've been awake for almost 19 hours. And on three hours of sleep.


I'm very passionate about the things I love and when people (aka, my mother) troll me I always, always fall for it. I can't help it. And FYI, the Nike Swoosh is NOT a check mark!


I hate public speaking and it makes me go bright red. Like seriously, bright red. I had a teacher once who used to go out of his way to make me blush. Every. Single. Day.
And coworkers who do the same thing.


I love to make people smile, which is one reason why I love retail - I see people come through my store all the time who look really depressed and "plain". So to make them feel better, I try and compliment them and make them smile because I think a smile can make such a huge difference.


And probably the most important thing of all: Why I came to make this blog.

My mother's (soon-to-be-ex) husband is crazy. In a really bad way. Usually I give people chances, but he used all his chances up. He was verbally abusive, and sometimes physically too. So back in 2009, I tried to look for a way to escape all of the everyday crap, by creating a blog that I could use to vent through art. I love art - I love the creation and emotion and the visuals and everything about it. Ironically though, I'm not artsy in any way - I can't paint, sketch, photograph or anything!
But I ran out of time to really keep it up as much as I wanted to because of work and school.
In March 2010, he got kicked out of the house, which was the best thing that could have happened. We were a lot happier without him being in the house, and it made a huge difference with him not being there. 
My baby sister (boy, she would seriously kick my butt knowing that I still call her that...) is his daughter with my mother, which complicates the situation because now we have to go the whole nine yards and go through a custody battle with him - which means when he gets angry about something, it will make it easier for him to take his anger out on us, something he excels with 6 years of practice.

This is a place for me to take out my frustrations where, as public as it is, I want the whole world to know, because the courts aren't listening to us. It's frustrating to say, "He's abusive!" and then hear them say absolutely nothing about it except, "Well he's admitted he has a small temper problem."

Well yes, that "small temper problem" would be one of the main reasons for the divorce. That, and he cheated with girls from his work and all his previous jobs pretty much from the time they got married.

The stress from the situation we're in can get overwhelming. I stop sleeping, eating, and am just moments from tears most of the time.
So while I will try and keep most posts upbeat and happy, there will be times when it will be angry, or depressed, or just generally moody.

But I thank you for taking your time to check my blog out, and I hope you enjoy the ride.