Allow me to re-introduce myself...

Allright, allright, I agree that this has been an extremely elusive blog. Mainly, some bolts and screws (just kidding!) from inside a random, Canadian, 16 year old girl's mind. Well I wasn't planning on revealing that much anyways since this is mainly for me, but since I have asked GayBanker to interview me (I love the straightforward, yet curious way he interviews people) then I suppose I should tell you a little bit about myself and if I get bold enough, post a picture or two because absolutely none of my friends know that I blog.

Anywayssssss, I am Saf. I am currently 16 years old, although I have just realized that 17 isn't too far off and I will have to change the headline on my blog.

The Past

Born in Canada, moved from my birth province to my current province when I was mere 6 years old. Changed about 8 or 9 houses in between (I once lived in a house for only two months, I think it was a bit of a tradeoff but for what I am not sure) until I moved into my current one. Since I have moved around so much, it is this house, on this street, in this neighborhood that I am currently in, that is the only place which I truly feel I can call home. (Maybe because I've lived in it for more than 5 seconds.) Anyways, when I was 12, my father, who worked long hours away from home and travelled Monday to Friday for seven years (meaning I only saw him on weekends) got transferred to California. An amazingly smart guy, he'd moved jobs and companies several times for higher offers but this position seemed permanent. My mother, hopelessly, helplessly still in love with this riskily impulsive man decided to pack us up and move us to California with him, to stop the weekends-only-spouse thing and have a real family.

Her attempt worked for about 5 months. Within one month of being there, my fathers company dropped, fell, and my dad was laid off. Within a single month. I suppose, thinking about it now, that this was the beginning of what I like to call my the makings of my cynicism or "How I became Jaded" by S. Having led a very sheltered, protected life up until those very moments, it was an absolutely mind-blowing scary experience to feel so vulnerable (although it must have killed my parents to tell me and my 8 year old brother at the time) because of him. I began subconsciouly worry about everything. However, after 4 months of him being with us, looking for work but coming home every night for supper (an extremely unusual experiene) he got some contract work and was flown right back to Canada, to the same province and exact same location that we moved from. What a slap in the face that was, eh? Anyways, we lived in California for two more years. We met some amazing people, I met my first boyfriend who turned out to be a creepy stalker, I made some mistakes, laughed it up, and that was when I kind of turned around and found the ex <3.

So, btw, the ex looks about 20 years older than he actually is, which is barely a year older than myself (remind me to post some funny entries on that later) and I thought he was about 21 when I first met him (the boy was 15, y'all) and I was scared of him at first, but one night we had a very wierd conversation and became good friends. It wasn't until a few months later about 2 weeks before valentines day (high school love is the best) when we were watching some of our friends practise a dance and joking around that I ever thought of him differently.

Then we dated for a year and a half. However, some of it had to be long distance because my dad died one day in 2004 with absolutely no warning, we didn't have an American citizenship without him, we had to pack up and move and within 2 months of that we were back here.

Yeah, it's been tough.

This last school year (you know, September till last Wednesday?) has been extremely eventful. I got drunk for the first time, I got high for the first time, I almost lost my virginity, I almost died a few times, I've been backstabbed by Minislut and her friends, I've been used and used others, and I don't regret a single moment of it.

Ahhhh high school, don't you miss it terribly?

I'm sleepy so that's all for now,

Saf.