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<b>For the first eleven years of my life, I lived with mostly just my
dad. I also had my brother around, but he led his own life, and at about
fifteen or sixteen years of age, he moved away from us, so I don't
remember much with him.<br>
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I was born in Athens, Greece in the year 1990, on July 14th. However the
military base we were stationed in was closing down, thus once the
doctor gave me the clear to be old enough to ride aboard an airplane
(approx. 8 months old), we left, and moved to Fairchild Air Force Base,
in Spokane Washington. There I lived until I was about six or seven
years old, always getting in trouble for holding posession of ferrets
(they were considered an illegal animal on base), and my dad nearly
being arrested several times. I was a major trouble maker.<br>
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We moved to Misawa, Japan afterwards, and for several months we had to
live off-base in a real japanese neighborhood. I never knew what the
outside world from America was like, so adapting to the different
language and culture was very difficult for me. Lucky, we had other
english-speaking neighbors around us, and my dad made friends with some
pretty useful people. It didn't take me long to adjust though, the
japanese lifestyle was actually rather nice.<br>
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When we finally moved on base, we had nothing but our house and
furniture. My dad would be busy with setting the house up and unpacking
boxes, and so the first night we moved in a neighbor several houses down
caught sight of us and asked to babysit me for the night. That was when
I met my first real best friend, Jena Allen. I also met some of her
other friends; Mickey, Danielle, and others. We played together all
night, even though I was rather shy. We were an instant bunch.<br>
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At school they taught us like any other regular American/English school.
But they also had "special classes," which were usually Gym or Japanese
class. Japanese was always my favorite, because our teachers would teach
us words at a time, play games with us, and on Fridays they'd bring in
food, origami (folding paper), board games, coloring pages, and
movies.<br>
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Since my dad was in the military, there were many times that he would
have to go on a mission or assignment in another part of the country,
and most of the time, we was gone for many weeks at a time. I usually
stayed at Jena's during those time, and since we were like peas in a
pod, it was the best time we could possibly imagine. Once I had to stay
at another girl's house for eight weeks, but luckily I didn't stay the
entire time. Jena came back from her vacation after a few days and I
went and stayed with her. Then dad came back a few weeks early. But it
didn't mean I was alone a lot.<br>
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Jena moved away from Japan a year before I did. I was extremely
depressed for a long time, because she was one of my rare best friends.
My others had all moved away, too. Some of them I don't even have
contact with anymore, but Jena and I are still in touch.<br>
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When we moved away from Japan, my dad had by that point met my step
mother, Reiko. They were engaged by that point, and quite frankly, I
didn't like the idea too much. I went and lived with my mom for a month
before I moved to Alaska with them and Reiko's step daughter Rina, and I
was somewhat glad. By the time I moved to Alaska, I was 11 years old.
There, I believe, is where my life ended.<br>
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Adjusting to a Japanese step family was <i>not</i> easy. For all my life
I'd barely had a mom, the only mother I considered my own was of my
friends' moms. Not to mention, having an older female sibling that's a
total different type than you. While I enjoyed hanging around and
playing videogames and messing around on my computer, she was a social
bug that talked on the phone all the time and was always on the topic
was boys and other "gangster" related stuff. Everything she did was my
exact opposite. And because Rina was Reiko's most perfect image, I was
the exact opposite, therefore, being the trash of the household. Many
times I would sit by my door and listen to Reiko ramble on about me,
saying how much of a lazy bum I was, and how I would get nowhere in life
if I just kept drawing stupid pictures and playing silly childish games
and always being on the computer for more than an hour.<br>
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Because of how badly I was treated so forcefully, always being forced to
do work and chores and throw away all my drawings and abandon the TV, I
slowly began to form a shell around myself. I became anti-social,
refusing to go to any establishment with them, and even so, I was still
forced to go to church with them. I absolutely dispised it, being forced
to pray, read the bible, and some to any social event and be forced to
participate. Even after we switched churches, I continued to hate it. To
this day I still absolutely despise the fact that Christianity, church,
or religion for that matters, remains in existance. Now that I have done
my personal research and insights, I have come to my own realization --
the only true is in nature. Miracles do not exist. Everything happens
for a reason.<i>Everything</i>.<br>
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With the shell now hard around my heart, I hated myself, the world, and
everything in it with few exceptions. I became dark, alone, seperated,
and secluded from everyone and everything. My mentality began to
collapse, and I began to cut myself and allow myself to bleed whenever I
unintentionally harmed myself. Twice I attempted to hang myself, and
failed both times. All I wished at the time was to be left alone, and
moreso, that my step mother would keel over. I was dead on the inside,
and with how pale and sickly I was all the time, my friends definately
noticed. But as much as they tried to help, nothing did.<br>
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Moodiness, anger, depression, hate, woe, and the desperate want for
attention all was what had became of me. I used to be just like Rina, a
perfect student, a social bug with many friends, always laughing and
playing and being happy. But now I was reduced to this -- a mere shell
that remains in the existant dimension by the few strings I was held up
by, and one by one, they were snapping. I began hearing and seeing
things, believing there were spirits all around me, and I talked to
them. They became my only company. It never mattered how hungry,
thirsty, tired I was, or how badly I had to use the bathroom, I stayed
in my room, sooped up by my own step mother. I was in such fear of her
that I thought that if I stepped out of my room, it would be another
lecture or forced task upon. Mostly because, that was what <i>did</i>
happen 9-out-of-10 times. Therefore, the only times I ever came from my
room was for school, or when they were gone or asleep, so that I could
get scraps from the fridge and a glass of milk or water, and then I
would go to the bathroom. I lived this way for four years.<br>
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After much threatening to be kicked out, screaming battles, arguments,
and absolute torment, and with the obviousness that I would slit my step
mother's throat if something wasn't done soon, she forced me to move
down and live with my mother. So, technically, I was kicked out.<br>
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However, things didn't fly so well with my mom either. Things were
pretty cool for a while, but eventually, her boyfriend got a job, which
he instantly assumed gave him the right to drink. So, every Friday my
mom's boyfriend, Nelson, would come home drunk off his rocker. That
never led to anything good.<br>
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Every weekend from then on I had to deal with their screaming and
fighting and everything being thrown around and broken. It was only
cutting even more of my strings, and what was even worse, was that my
mom told me to never tell anyone about it. Whenever she was harmed in
the process or became sick, I tried to be the best daughter and took
care of her the best I could. I did everything in my power to help, and
since Nelson wasn't the smartest person in the world, I ended up doing a
<i>lot</i>. He was in AA meetings and whenever he had homework or
paperwork to fill out, he acted just the same as a middle schooler -- "I
don't need to do this, it's stupid."<br>
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Even just me by myself; I was so much smarter than him. I had to
constantly spell check his work and tell him how many different ways he
attempted to spell "feel" and how many times he failed to do so. It was
so aggravating.<br>
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One day my mother took the portable phone from me, so that I couldn't go
in the backyard and talk to my dad and brother there, where I could tell
them of how things were going, which was in all truth, really bad, but
better than Reiko. She caught me talking on the phone with my brother
about everything that was happening, and she instantly began to yell at
me and picked up the portable to tell my brother that I was lying. She
then would come out and hang up the phone on me, but my brother
constantly called back, and eventually I shouted that I needed help, and
when my mother picked up the phone again to yell at my brother, he told
her to F off. I got sliced for that, verbally. It became a major
conflict, and soon, my mother called me every name in the book, said I
was nothing to her, never born to her, and altogether, nothing at all,
and then told me to get out, run away, and to run to Tony, my step dad.
So when what clothes I was wearing, my art case, and a couple pieces of
artwork, I left.<br>
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I lived with my step dad for about two weeks, then moved in with my
brother and his wife Michala in another house. Things around there were
pretty good, my brother didn't say much to me and hung out with me when
he could, and my only chore was washing dishes. Even though we were poor
and rarely ever had any food except for a loaf of bread, butter, and a
jug of milk bi-weekly, things were pretty decent.<br>
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When Michala couldn't stand me being around so much anymore for my
constant sneaks onto the computer when I wasn't supposed to, she forced
me to move in with Melissa, my friend next door. I lived there for about
a month, and then went back to my brother when Terry (Melissa's mother)
thought that I was too much trouble, in ways of being dishonest, which
was completely a lie.<br>
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With no knowledge that my brother and his wife had divorced, and he was
moving out, I stayed there for a few weeks. Afterward when I did find
out, I took whatever I had and moved in with my step dad again, where I
was meant to temporarily stay until Job Corps would come to pick me up.
By the time a month passed and Job Corps informed me that it would take
several months for them to get to me, Tony decided that it would be too
hard on his finances to support me for that long. By that time I had
discovered Crosswalk, through my boyfriend I had been going out with for
the past month and a half, Alex. I suggested going there, and after much
debate, my step dad agreed.<br>
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To put in a bit about Alex -- I met him through Melissa's ex-boyfriend
Lee, who is a mild acqaintance of mine because of Missy. One day when we
were leaving the pool, Missy asked me if I could talk to Lee for her.
Recently they had been getting into a lot of fights and being seperated
frequently, and she was getting tired of it, because of Lee's
insecurity. So I went up to Lee (With Alex behind him, but that was the
first time I had ever seen him so I had no idea who he was, so I hardly
paid attention to him) and told him that if he was going to be too rash
on Missy's loyalty to him, he didn't even deserve her. And because he
was right there, Alex gave in his two cents and supported what I had to
say. I was rather surprised, because I didn't even know the guy. I then
left and joined Missy to comfort her.<br>
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The next day Lee came over to apologize to Missy, and of course, they
made up. Alex came along too, why to this day I do not know, but I
figured it was to tag along with Lee. They all went into the basement,
Missy's new room, to hang out and play videogames while listening to
some music. I was reluctant, staying upstairs for a while to draw and
listen to my own music. When I eventually got bored, I decided to join
them randomly, as much as I didn't enjoy social events so much.<br>
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While Missy was playing Kingdom Hearts, she, Lee, and Alex were all
discussing their favorite videogames. I randomly gave my input on how I
really liked Kingdom Hearts and other games like Final Fantasy and
Zelda, and Alex turned to me and instantly agreed, saying he liked the
same things. Thus I engaged in conversation with him, talking about all
our favorite games and what things we enjoyed. It was rather
interesting. For the rest of the afternoon we played Linkin Park and
sang along to our favorite songs.<br>
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A few days later, I agreed with Missy to head down with her and Lee to
Riverfront Park. At this time, a little under a month ago I had been
dumped by my first boyfriend of Spokane, Steven. For most of the
schoolyear I had a major crush to him, so it was rather heartbreaking
for me, and watching Lee and Missy together holding hands made me
slightly depressed. I randomly began thinking about Alex, somewhat
wishing he was there with us, but only as a passing thought to help me
smile. Afterall, I'd only known him for a day.<br>
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But, once we did reach Riverfront Park in front of the fountain, we
found Alex, who was running through the large waterfalls with a smaller
buddy of his, fully clothed. I thought it was rather funny, especially
when he came up to us soaking wet and greeting us like nothing was wrong
with him. We all sat down while he and his buddy Jake semi-dried off and
passed around some pieces of bread with peanut butter. He informed us
not to consume all of it because it would be his only rations for his
camping trip.<br>
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We sat around talking and basking in the sun for a while, and then after
much debate and arguing, I finally agreed with everyone else to fun
through the fountain with them. So we all removed our socks and shoes
and anything valuable and ran through the fountain, laughing and
screaming as we all got soaking wet, Alex and Jake for the second time.
Jake then ran off while we all dried ourselves, and then returned to say
he had found crawdads by the docks, so we all got our things and headed
for the docks.<br>
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While we sat around the docks, Lee and Jake looking around the water
edge, Alex sat some feet away from me, and noticed I was staring at the
water thoughtfully. He asked me what was the matter. When I said that I
was only thinking, he asked me what about. I then told him about Steven,
and how he had dumped me right before the end of the schoolyear. He
reassured me that he was pretty sure that I would find someone else, no
matter what, and real soon. It raised my suspicions, but I put it
aside.<br>
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When the others moved on, I followed Alex in the back and when he
stopped to put his socks and boots back on, I sat near him and watched.
He glanced at me after a minute and said that I could just keep going
without him. I lied and said no, because I didn't know the park so well.
He then finished and then headed off to catch up with the others, and I
followed again.<br>
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Missy came back and walked along side me while Alex, Jake, and Lee
walked together up front. She whispered to me, asking if I liked Alex. I
shrugged and said jokingly, "Maybe." Apparently she didn't catch the
jest, and instantly began to squeal loudly, getting the boys' attention.
I instantly blushed and covered my face, trying to think of a reason for
her squealing. I attempted to lie as I said aloud that we weren't going
"there" yet until later, in which I had no idea where "there" was. She
then ran to Lee to tell him, and out of complete embarassment, I ran off
in another direction.<br>
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I stopped by a hill, and I had never noticed that Alex had ran after me,
calling my name. I ignored it though, and when I caught sight of him and
Jake, I instantly ran off once more, to another bridge on the other side
of the park. I allowed Missy and Lee to catch up to me then, and they
asked me what was wrong. I said I was totally embarassed, because I
hadn't been serious. Lee strongly urged me to go and asked Alex out if I
liked him, and I said no, and took off again. This time I stopped at the
foot of the clock tower, and upon further inspection, took note that
Miss, Lee, Alex and Jake were all waiting patiently up on the hill.<br>
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Missy began to text me on my phone trying to convince me further. I
still denied, explaining that I had been in too much pain with past
relationships that I didn't want to chance it. I would much later find
out that Alex had been reading over her shoulder.<br>
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I finally got up out of depression and fear to walk over to the bridge
from before to gaze at the water to think. But before I could get a
couple feet, Alex called to me again. I tried to ignore it, but when he
called again, I stopped and turned. He was walking right towards me,
waving. He came up to me, and after a minute of hesitation, said, "I was
just wondering... Would you... Like to go out with me?" and reluctantly
with a blush I replied with a sure.<br>
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Ever since Alex has brought me back onto my feet, building more strings
into me until they turned into ropes. He amde me feel so comfortable and
happy, that I was on the verge of feeling absolutely better, like my old
self. I tried to help him as best I could too, and now he's much happier
and healthier than when I had first met him, having quit marijuana,
drinking, and getting closing to his goal of quitting smoking than ever
before. He now is about to have a job and spends more time with his
family then on the streets.<br>
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And he helped me find Crosswalk, where I now live and continue to wait
for Job Corps. If I hadn't ever met Alex I would have been on the
streets a long time ago. But luckily, I'm here now, recieving free
schooling until Job Corps, and sitting here at this computer typing up
the conclusion of my Life Story.<br>
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<b>My Name: Dayna Michelle Mowery<br>
Birth date: 7/14/1990<br>
Age: 16<br>
Height: 5’2”<br>
Weight: Approx. 120 LB<br>
Eyes: Hazel<br>
Hair: Brown<br>
Hair type: Wavy<br>
Style: Average, Gothic<br>
My BESTEST friends: Jena Allen, Shanrae Powell, Alex O’pry (He’s
actually my fiancé, but hey), Brianna Noelle, my dad and my cousins<br>
My best friends: My brother, my step dad, Nick Jijon, Darrick Moore,
Hope Scalici, Nadja King, Brittany (Forget her last name), Trinity,
etc...<br>
Favorite color(s): Black, Blue, Red, Crimson, Navy, White, Silver,
anything light in hue or shiny<br>
Favorite food(s): Pizza, ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, barbeque
chips, most veggies, most fruits<br>
Music choice: Rock, Techno, Classical, Some 70’s and 80’s, very little
Hip-Hop<br>
Music dislikes: Country, Rap, Pop, R&B<br>
Favorite bands: Linkin Park, Rammstein, Hoobastank, Fort Minor, Trapt,
Nickleback, Breaking Benjamin, Staind, etc.<br>
Favorite things to do: Sleep, eat, play videogames, watch anime or crime
investigation shows, read anything on Egypt, dragons, or love stories,
create and manage websites, create music videos, hang around MySpace,
talking to friends, hanging out with Alex, etc...<br>
Favorite Videogames: Final Fantasy 4, 7, 8, and 10, Kingdom Hearts 1 &
2, the Metroid series, Megaman X, the Sonic The Hedgehog series, the
Zelda series, and the Starfox series.<br>
Favorite TV shows: (Even though I don’t watch TV much) CSI, every Law
and Order, ER, House, Forensic Files, Police Most Extreme Videos (I
think that’s what it’s called...), Most of the shows on Toonami and
Adult Swim, etc...<br>
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Now that you’ve read all of that about me, I can tell you what I
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I am currently in the works of many things. I am an artist and I love to
draw and create things out of my mind. I also love to read and write,
bringing my own fantasies and creations to life with my words and
pictures. I unintentionally inspire and pull people through life; I also
try to help people in any way I can as much as I can. Anything I believe
is inevitable or beyond my control I let be. But it doesn’t mean I still
push out my ideas and opinions, because I also believe that one voice
<i>does</i> make a difference.<br>
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Everything I do and say if from my own knowledge. I taught myself how to
draw and used bigger name professionals as my idols. I taught myself how
to write by taking what I learned from other great authors. I still may
lack in some areas, but I am learning new things everything day.<br>
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My beliefs are my beliefs. I followed what my father had always taught
me – I only believe it if I see it, and I have seen a lot and there’s
still more for me to see. But even so what I believe in is also from
much rigorous research over the years. Much of my intelligence is also
self-taught. Maybe 20% of what I know I picked up from school.<br>
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Since I was raised in in a military family, I don’t like to judge.
Because of what I’ve been through in life, I also don’t like the concept
or existence of smoking/cigarettes, drinking/alcohol, and getting
high/drugs. Every last type and amount I despise with a passion, and no
one’s going to change my mind about it.<br>
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I have many morals that I like to follow. If anyone can’t respect them,
well, too bad. I’m a goody-goody. Period.<br>
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I hope to become an accomplishing artist or manga artist, or even a
writer. I also want to learn how to play guitar, drums, and other
miscellaneous instruments so I can make my own music, and I’d like to
learn to fly airplanes. My dream is to one day possess one of my own. I
want to learn more Japanese in both speaking and writing, so I can one
day move back to Japan and live there with my family.<br>
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What I am as a person I made on my own. I am what I am, and I shall
always be.<br>
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<b>For the first eleven years of my life, I lived with mostly just my
dad. I also had my brother around, but he led his own life, and at about
fifteen or sixteen years of age, he moved away from us, so I don't
remember much with him.<br>
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I was born in Athens, Greece in the year 1990, on July 14th. However the
military base we were stationed in was closing down, thus once the
doctor gave me the clear to be old enough to ride aboard an airplane
(approx. 8 months old), we left, and moved to Fairchild Air Force Base,
in Spokane Washington. There I lived until I was about six or seven
years old, always getting in trouble for holding posession of ferrets
(they were considered an illegal animal on base), and my dad nearly
being arrested several times. I was a major trouble maker.<br>
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We moved to Misawa, Japan afterwards, and for several months we had to
live off-base in a real japanese neighborhood. I never knew what the
outside world from America was like, so adapting to the different
language and culture was very difficult for me. Lucky, we had other
english-speaking neighbors around us, and my dad made friends with some
pretty useful people. It didn't take me long to adjust though, the
japanese lifestyle was actually rather nice.<br>
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When we finally moved on base, we had nothing but our house and
furniture. My dad would be busy with setting the house up and unpacking
boxes, and so the first night we moved in a neighbor several houses down
caught sight of us and asked to babysit me for the night. That was when
I met my first real best friend, Jena Allen. I also met some of her
other friends; Mickey, Danielle, and others. We played together all
night, even though I was rather shy. We were an instant bunch.<br>
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At school they taught us like any other regular American/English school.
But they also had "special classes," which were usually Gym or Japanese
class. Japanese was always my favorite, because our teachers would teach
us words at a time, play games with us, and on Fridays they'd bring in
food, origami (folding paper), board games, coloring pages, and
movies.<br>
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Since my dad was in the military, there were many times that he would
have to go on a mission or assignment in another part of the country,
and most of the time, we was gone for many weeks at a time. I usually
stayed at Jena's during those time, and since we were like peas in a
pod, it was the best time we could possibly imagine. Once I had to stay
at another girl's house for eight weeks, but luckily I didn't stay the
entire time. Jena came back from her vacation after a few days and I
went and stayed with her. Then dad came back a few weeks early. But it
didn't mean I was alone a lot.<br>
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Jena moved away from Japan a year before I did. I was extremely
depressed for a long time, because she was one of my rare best friends.
My others had all moved away, too. Some of them I don't even have
contact with anymore, but Jena and I are still in touch.<br>
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When we moved away from Japan, my dad had by that point met my step
mother, Reiko. They were engaged by that point, and quite frankly, I
didn't like the idea too much. I went and lived with my mom for a month
before I moved to Alaska with them and Reiko's step daughter Rina, and I
was somewhat glad. By the time I moved to Alaska, I was 11 years old.
There, I believe, is where my life ended.<br>
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Adjusting to a Japanese step family was <i>not</i> easy. For all my life
I'd barely had a mom, the only mother I considered my own was of my
friends' moms. Not to mention, having an older female sibling that's a
total different type than you. While I enjoyed hanging around and
playing videogames and messing around on my computer, she was a social
bug that talked on the phone all the time and was always on the topic
was boys and other "gangster" related stuff. Everything she did was my
exact opposite. And because Rina was Reiko's most perfect image, I was
the exact opposite, therefore, being the trash of the household. Many
times I would sit by my door and listen to Reiko ramble on about me,
saying how much of a lazy bum I was, and how I would get nowhere in life
if I just kept drawing stupid pictures and playing silly childish games
and always being on the computer for more than an hour.<br>
<br>
Because of how badly I was treated so forcefully, always being forced to
do work and chores and throw away all my drawings and abandon the TV, I
slowly began to form a shell around myself. I became anti-social,
refusing to go to any establishment with them, and even so, I was still
forced to go to church with them. I absolutely dispised it, being forced
to pray, read the bible, and some to any social event and be forced to
participate. Even after we switched churches, I continued to hate it. To
this day I still absolutely despise the fact that Christianity, church,
or religion for that matters, remains in existance. Now that I have done
my personal research and insights, I have come to my own realization --
the only true is in nature. Miracles do not exist. Everything happens
for a reason.<i>Everything</i>.<br>
<br>
With the shell now hard around my heart, I hated myself, the world, and
everything in it with few exceptions. I became dark, alone, seperated,
and secluded from everyone and everything. My mentality began to
collapse, and I began to cut myself and allow myself to bleed whenever I
unintentionally harmed myself. Twice I attempted to hang myself, and
failed both times. All I wished at the time was to be left alone, and
moreso, that my step mother would keel over. I was dead on the inside,
and with how pale and sickly I was all the time, my friends definately
noticed. But as much as they tried to help, nothing did.<br>
<br>
Moodiness, anger, depression, hate, woe, and the desperate want for
attention all was what had became of me. I used to be just like Rina, a
perfect student, a social bug with many friends, always laughing and
playing and being happy. But now I was reduced to this -- a mere shell
that remains in the existant dimension by the few strings I was held up
by, and one by one, they were snapping. I began hearing and seeing
things, believing there were spirits all around me, and I talked to
them. They became my only company. It never mattered how hungry,
thirsty, tired I was, or how badly I had to use the bathroom, I stayed
in my room, sooped up by my own step mother. I was in such fear of her
that I thought that if I stepped out of my room, it would be another
lecture or forced task upon. Mostly because, that was what <i>did</i>
happen 9-out-of-10 times. Therefore, the only times I ever came from my
room was for school, or when they were gone or asleep, so that I could
get scraps from the fridge and a glass of milk or water, and then I
would go to the bathroom. I lived this way for four years.<br>
<br>
After much threatening to be kicked out, screaming battles, arguments,
and absolute torment, and with the obviousness that I would slit my step
mother's throat if something wasn't done soon, she forced me to move
down and live with my mother. So, technically, I was kicked out.<br>
<br>
However, things didn't fly so well with my mom either. Things were
pretty cool for a while, but eventually, her boyfriend got a job, which
he instantly assumed gave him the right to drink. So, every Friday my
mom's boyfriend, Nelson, would come home drunk off his rocker. That
never led to anything good.<br>
<br>
Every weekend from then on I had to deal with their screaming and
fighting and everything being thrown around and broken. It was only
cutting even more of my strings, and what was even worse, was that my
mom told me to never tell anyone about it. Whenever she was harmed in
the process or became sick, I tried to be the best daughter and took
care of her the best I could. I did everything in my power to help, and
since Nelson wasn't the smartest person in the world, I ended up doing a
<i>lot</i>. He was in AA meetings and whenever he had homework or
paperwork to fill out, he acted just the same as a middle schooler -- "I
don't need to do this, it's stupid."<br>
<br>
Even just me by myself; I was so much smarter than him. I had to
constantly spell check his work and tell him how many different ways he
attempted to spell "feel" and how many times he failed to do so. It was
so aggravating.<br>
<br>
One day my mother took the portable phone from me, so that I couldn't go
in the backyard and talk to my dad and brother there, where I could tell
them of how things were going, which was in all truth, really bad, but
better than Reiko. She caught me talking on the phone with my brother
about everything that was happening, and she instantly began to yell at
me and picked up the portable to tell my brother that I was lying. She
then would come out and hang up the phone on me, but my brother
constantly called back, and eventually I shouted that I needed help, and
when my mother picked up the phone again to yell at my brother, he told
her to F off. I got sliced for that, verbally. It became a major
conflict, and soon, my mother called me every name in the book, said I
was nothing to her, never born to her, and altogether, nothing at all,
and then told me to get out, run away, and to run to Tony, my step dad.
So when what clothes I was wearing, my art case, and a couple pieces of
artwork, I left.<br>
<br>
I lived with my step dad for about two weeks, then moved in with my
brother and his wife Michala in another house. Things around there were
pretty good, my brother didn't say much to me and hung out with me when
he could, and my only chore was washing dishes. Even though we were poor
and rarely ever had any food except for a loaf of bread, butter, and a
jug of milk bi-weekly, things were pretty decent.<br>
<br>
When Michala couldn't stand me being around so much anymore for my
constant sneaks onto the computer when I wasn't supposed to, she forced
me to move in with Melissa, my friend next door. I lived there for about
a month, and then went back to my brother when Terry (Melissa's mother)
thought that I was too much trouble, in ways of being dishonest, which
was completely a lie.<br>
<br>
With no knowledge that my brother and his wife had divorced, and he was
moving out, I stayed there for a few weeks. Afterward when I did find
out, I took whatever I had and moved in with my step dad again, where I
was meant to temporarily stay until Job Corps would come to pick me up.
By the time a month passed and Job Corps informed me that it would take
several months for them to get to me, Tony decided that it would be too
hard on his finances to support me for that long. By that time I had
discovered Crosswalk, through my boyfriend I had been going out with for
the past month and a half, Alex. I suggested going there, and after much
debate, my step dad agreed.<br>
<br>
To put in a bit about Alex -- I met him through Melissa's ex-boyfriend
Lee, who is a mild acqaintance of mine because of Missy. One day when we
were leaving the pool, Missy asked me if I could talk to Lee for her.
Recently they had been getting into a lot of fights and being seperated
frequently, and she was getting tired of it, because of Lee's
insecurity. So I went up to Lee (With Alex behind him, but that was the
first time I had ever seen him so I had no idea who he was, so I hardly
paid attention to him) and told him that if he was going to be too rash
on Missy's loyalty to him, he didn't even deserve her. And because he
was right there, Alex gave in his two cents and supported what I had to
say. I was rather surprised, because I didn't even know the guy. I then
left and joined Missy to comfort her.<br>
<br>
The next day Lee came over to apologize to Missy, and of course, they
made up. Alex came along too, why to this day I do not know, but I
figured it was to tag along with Lee. They all went into the basement,
Missy's new room, to hang out and play videogames while listening to
some music. I was reluctant, staying upstairs for a while to draw and
listen to my own music. When I eventually got bored, I decided to join
them randomly, as much as I didn't enjoy social events so much.<br>
<br>
While Missy was playing Kingdom Hearts, she, Lee, and Alex were all
discussing their favorite videogames. I randomly gave my input on how I
really liked Kingdom Hearts and other games like Final Fantasy and
Zelda, and Alex turned to me and instantly agreed, saying he liked the
same things. Thus I engaged in conversation with him, talking about all
our favorite games and what things we enjoyed. It was rather
interesting. For the rest of the afternoon we played Linkin Park and
sang along to our favorite songs.<br>
<br>
A few days later, I agreed with Missy to head down with her and Lee to
Riverfront Park. At this time, a little under a month ago I had been
dumped by my first boyfriend of Spokane, Steven. For most of the
schoolyear I had a major crush to him, so it was rather heartbreaking
for me, and watching Lee and Missy together holding hands made me
slightly depressed. I randomly began thinking about Alex, somewhat
wishing he was there with us, but only as a passing thought to help me
smile. Afterall, I'd only known him for a day.<br>
<br>
But, once we did reach Riverfront Park in front of the fountain, we
found Alex, who was running through the large waterfalls with a smaller
buddy of his, fully clothed. I thought it was rather funny, especially
when he came up to us soaking wet and greeting us like nothing was wrong
with him. We all sat down while he and his buddy Jake semi-dried off and
passed around some pieces of bread with peanut butter. He informed us
not to consume all of it because it would be his only rations for his
camping trip.<br>
<br>
We sat around talking and basking in the sun for a while, and then after
much debate and arguing, I finally agreed with everyone else to fun
through the fountain with them. So we all removed our socks and shoes
and anything valuable and ran through the fountain, laughing and
screaming as we all got soaking wet, Alex and Jake for the second time.
Jake then ran off while we all dried ourselves, and then returned to say
he had found crawdads by the docks, so we all got our things and headed
for the docks.<br>
<br>
While we sat around the docks, Lee and Jake looking around the water
edge, Alex sat some feet away from me, and noticed I was staring at the
water thoughtfully. He asked me what was the matter. When I said that I
was only thinking, he asked me what about. I then told him about Steven,
and how he had dumped me right before the end of the schoolyear. He
reassured me that he was pretty sure that I would find someone else, no
matter what, and real soon. It raised my suspicions, but I put it
aside.<br>
<br>
When the others moved on, I followed Alex in the back and when he
stopped to put his socks and boots back on, I sat near him and watched.
He glanced at me after a minute and said that I could just keep going
without him. I lied and said no, because I didn't know the park so well.
He then finished and then headed off to catch up with the others, and I
followed again.<br>
<br>
Missy came back and walked along side me while Alex, Jake, and Lee
walked together up front. She whispered to me, asking if I liked Alex. I
shrugged and said jokingly, "Maybe." Apparently she didn't catch the
jest, and instantly began to squeal loudly, getting the boys' attention.
I instantly blushed and covered my face, trying to think of a reason for
her squealing. I attempted to lie as I said aloud that we weren't going
"there" yet until later, in which I had no idea where "there" was. She
then ran to Lee to tell him, and out of complete embarassment, I ran off
in another direction.<br>
<br>
I stopped by a hill, and I had never noticed that Alex had ran after me,
calling my name. I ignored it though, and when I caught sight of him and
Jake, I instantly ran off once more, to another bridge on the other side
of the park. I allowed Missy and Lee to catch up to me then, and they
asked me what was wrong. I said I was totally embarassed, because I
hadn't been serious. Lee strongly urged me to go and asked Alex out if I
liked him, and I said no, and took off again. This time I stopped at the
foot of the clock tower, and upon further inspection, took note that
Miss, Lee, Alex and Jake were all waiting patiently up on the hill.<br>
<br>
Missy began to text me on my phone trying to convince me further. I
still denied, explaining that I had been in too much pain with past
relationships that I didn't want to chance it. I would much later find
out that Alex had been reading over her shoulder.<br>
<br>
I finally got up out of depression and fear to walk over to the bridge
from before to gaze at the water to think. But before I could get a
couple feet, Alex called to me again. I tried to ignore it, but when he
called again, I stopped and turned. He was walking right towards me,
waving. He came up to me, and after a minute of hesitation, said, "I was
just wondering... Would you... Like to go out with me?" and reluctantly
with a blush I replied with a sure.<br>
<br>
Ever since Alex has brought me back onto my feet, building more strings
into me until they turned into ropes. He amde me feel so comfortable and
happy, that I was on the verge of feeling absolutely better, like my old
self. I tried to help him as best I could too, and now he's much happier
and healthier than when I had first met him, having quit marijuana,
drinking, and getting closing to his goal of quitting smoking than ever
before. He now is about to have a job and spends more time with his
family then on the streets.<br>
<br>
And he helped me find Crosswalk, where I now live and continue to wait
for Job Corps. If I hadn't ever met Alex I would have been on the
streets a long time ago. But luckily, I'm here now, recieving free
schooling until Job Corps, and sitting here at this computer typing up
the conclusion of my Life Story.<br>
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<b>My Name: Dayna Michelle Mowery<br>
Birth date: 7/14/1990<br>
Age: 16<br>
Height: 5’2”<br>
Weight: Approx. 120 LB<br>
Eyes: Hazel<br>
Hair: Brown<br>
Hair type: Wavy<br>
Style: Average, Gothic<br>
My BESTEST friends: Jena Allen, Shanrae Powell, Alex O’pry (He’s
actually my fiancé, but hey), Brianna Noelle, my dad and my cousins<br>
My best friends: My brother, my step dad, Nick Jijon, Darrick Moore,
Hope Scalici, Nadja King, Brittany (Forget her last name), Trinity,
etc...<br>
Favorite color(s): Black, Blue, Red, Crimson, Navy, White, Silver,
anything light in hue or shiny<br>
Favorite food(s): Pizza, ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, barbeque
chips, most veggies, most fruits<br>
Music choice: Rock, Techno, Classical, Some 70’s and 80’s, very little
Hip-Hop<br>
Music dislikes: Country, Rap, Pop, R&B<br>
Favorite bands: Linkin Park, Rammstein, Hoobastank, Fort Minor, Trapt,
Nickleback, Breaking Benjamin, Staind, etc.<br>
Favorite things to do: Sleep, eat, play videogames, watch anime or crime
investigation shows, read anything on Egypt, dragons, or love stories,
create and manage websites, create music videos, hang around MySpace,
talking to friends, hanging out with Alex, etc...<br>
Favorite Videogames: Final Fantasy 4, 7, 8, and 10, Kingdom Hearts 1 &
2, the Metroid series, Megaman X, the Sonic The Hedgehog series, the
Zelda series, and the Starfox series.<br>
Favorite TV shows: (Even though I don’t watch TV much) CSI, every Law
and Order, ER, House, Forensic Files, Police Most Extreme Videos (I
think that’s what it’s called...), Most of the shows on Toonami and
Adult Swim, etc...<br>
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Now that you’ve read all of that about me, I can tell you what I
actually do.<br>
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I am currently in the works of many things. I am an artist and I love to
draw and create things out of my mind. I also love to read and write,
bringing my own fantasies and creations to life with my words and
pictures. I unintentionally inspire and pull people through life; I also
try to help people in any way I can as much as I can. Anything I believe
is inevitable or beyond my control I let be. But it doesn’t mean I still
push out my ideas and opinions, because I also believe that one voice
<i>does</i> make a difference.<br>
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Everything I do and say if from my own knowledge. I taught myself how to
draw and used bigger name professionals as my idols. I taught myself how
to write by taking what I learned from other great authors. I still may
lack in some areas, but I am learning new things everything day.<br>
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My beliefs are my beliefs. I followed what my father had always taught
me – I only believe it if I see it, and I have seen a lot and there’s
still more for me to see. But even so what I believe in is also from
much rigorous research over the years. Much of my intelligence is also
self-taught. Maybe 20% of what I know I picked up from school.<br>
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Since I was raised in in a military family, I don’t like to judge.
Because of what I’ve been through in life, I also don’t like the concept
or existence of smoking/cigarettes, drinking/alcohol, and getting
high/drugs. Every last type and amount I despise with a passion, and no
one’s going to change my mind about it.<br>
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I have many morals that I like to follow. If anyone can’t respect them,
well, too bad. I’m a goody-goody. Period.<br>
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I hope to become an accomplishing artist or manga artist, or even a
writer. I also want to learn how to play guitar, drums, and other
miscellaneous instruments so I can make my own music, and I’d like to
learn to fly airplanes. My dream is to one day possess one of my own. I
want to learn more Japanese in both speaking and writing, so I can one
day move back to Japan and live there with my family.<br>
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What I am as a person I made on my own. I am what I am, and I shall
always be.<br>
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That about concludes, thank you for reading.<br>
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