And so Pidge tries another 30 day meme
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hellzabethAnd it's not fandom related! Hopefully I won't fail abysmally at this one, as I did the last one. Gives me something to do at least.
Hi ho thar great wide internet, I am Pidge, known to my friends as Liz, my co-workers as Lizzo, my close family as Lizzy and my expanded family as Elizabeth. I know I'm in big trouble once my mother starts shouting "ELIZABETH HOPE DOVE" up the stairs at me. I know she's begging for favors when she yells "sweetheart" instead. I have ginger, curly, untamable hair that has a tendency to eat things (woe betide those who threw pens at my hair in school, they did not get them back), blue eyes and skinpaler than a vampire's like an English rose thank you very much. B|
I was born in Portsmouth, England, and raised until I was 1 years old down in Southampton, where I spent the majority of my time eating sand and making my parents regret teaching me to talk. We then moved to the town of Petersfield (go on, google earth that shit) where we have lived to this day. My sister was born when I was three and we get on surprisingly well for siblings.
As a young child my parents both had to work very often while I was still at home. As a result, direct or not, I watched a lot of movies, and hardly any of them were English, and thus grew up with a very confusing American accent, so much that despite the fact I have grown very attached to my English nationality now, I still slip in to it when absentminded, tired or otherwise distracted. The same can be said of my sister, though she still hasn't grown out of it and people get very confused by our speech patterns since we end up halfway between English and American when we're around each other (so... Canadian? /SHOT)
School sucked while I was there, and my only remaining memory left of nursery school is when a boy threw a chair at me and winded me. I though I was going to die, haha orz;; Nobody wanted to be friends with the ginger kid until I finally met a girl called Katie in Year 2, and then my friend Cam in Year 3, but the two of them bickered so often that I would skip school to avoid it. Secondary school was no better, because at least before I didn't have HORMONES AND ACNE AND FAILING VISION AND BRACES to deal with all at the same time. I have an irrational distrust of men due to the bullying I received at school for my red hair and it's tendency to... friz. And it really doesn't help one's confidence when one's schoolmates are throwing rocks at you and tipping yogurt down your school blazer and throwing your bag in puddles. This distrust extends to general paranoia when there are crowds, particularly of boys I don't know, and especially if they are laughing. I know it's not at me, but all the same, I avoid it.And this is why I do not go outside often or talk to people, the football pitch is mere yards from my house orz
College was much better because there I met Nena. She did not know she would be called Nena at the time, because she was Emily then, but now she is called Nena. We met in English class and realised we went home on the same bus together, but ended up squeeing over anime and missing it by accident. Whoops. Two years on and Nena is now my girlfriend who I do dere over and love very much. Then in the second year we met Sarahas we stalked her the second we saw her Death Note schoolbag, I mean and the power trio was complete. <3
I am currently re-taking exams to get in to University, and also holding up a job at the local corner shop in order to both save up and have cash to spend on stuff I need.
TL;DR: Pidge is a weird person.
Prompts:
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment
Hi ho thar great wide internet, I am Pidge, known to my friends as Liz, my co-workers as Lizzo, my close family as Lizzy and my expanded family as Elizabeth. I know I'm in big trouble once my mother starts shouting "ELIZABETH HOPE DOVE" up the stairs at me. I know she's begging for favors when she yells "sweetheart" instead. I have ginger, curly, untamable hair that has a tendency to eat things (woe betide those who threw pens at my hair in school, they did not get them back), blue eyes and skin
I was born in Portsmouth, England, and raised until I was 1 years old down in Southampton, where I spent the majority of my time eating sand and making my parents regret teaching me to talk. We then moved to the town of Petersfield (go on, google earth that shit) where we have lived to this day. My sister was born when I was three and we get on surprisingly well for siblings.
As a young child my parents both had to work very often while I was still at home. As a result, direct or not, I watched a lot of movies, and hardly any of them were English, and thus grew up with a very confusing American accent, so much that despite the fact I have grown very attached to my English nationality now, I still slip in to it when absentminded, tired or otherwise distracted. The same can be said of my sister, though she still hasn't grown out of it and people get very confused by our speech patterns since we end up halfway between English and American when we're around each other (so... Canadian? /SHOT)
School sucked while I was there, and my only remaining memory left of nursery school is when a boy threw a chair at me and winded me. I though I was going to die, haha orz;; Nobody wanted to be friends with the ginger kid until I finally met a girl called Katie in Year 2, and then my friend Cam in Year 3, but the two of them bickered so often that I would skip school to avoid it. Secondary school was no better, because at least before I didn't have HORMONES AND ACNE AND FAILING VISION AND BRACES to deal with all at the same time. I have an irrational distrust of men due to the bullying I received at school for my red hair and it's tendency to... friz. And it really doesn't help one's confidence when one's schoolmates are throwing rocks at you and tipping yogurt down your school blazer and throwing your bag in puddles. This distrust extends to general paranoia when there are crowds, particularly of boys I don't know, and especially if they are laughing. I know it's not at me, but all the same, I avoid it.
College was much better because there I met Nena. She did not know she would be called Nena at the time, because she was Emily then, but now she is called Nena. We met in English class and realised we went home on the same bus together, but ended up squeeing over anime and missing it by accident. Whoops. Two years on and Nena is now my girlfriend who I do dere over and love very much. Then in the second year we met Sarah
I am currently re-taking exams to get in to University, and also holding up a job at the local corner shop in order to both save up and have cash to spend on stuff I need.
TL;DR: Pidge is a weird person.
Prompts:
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment
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Date: 2010-09-09 07:57 pm (UTC)Jeez, your school sounds horrible, poor thing. If it makes you feel any better, apparently in Japan they think that gingers are lucky and they'll, like, try to touch your hair for luck or something.
Do you mind if I ask a question? What's the difference between college and university? Sorry, we kind of use the two words interchangebly over here and the last book I read set in a British school was...Harry Potter, I think.orz
*is shamed by lack of knowledge*
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Date: 2010-09-09 08:06 pm (UTC)Eh, that's England for you. What was it one American comedian said... "You guys are racist too! Only you're kind of crap at it. Gingers ain't even a race."
Okay, see, the English Education system goes like so:
Primary (Years R-2) [First Grade - Third Grade]
Junior (Years 3-6) [Fourth Grade - Seventh Grade]
Secondary (Years 7-11) [Eighth Grade - End of Grade school Plus the first two years of High School]
College (Years 12 and 13, though we don't call them that) [Last two years of High School]
University (Whatever age group, whenever you want to apply and get in to attend a course) (This is college for Americans.)
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Date: 2010-09-09 08:56 pm (UTC)XD. We sometimes mock gingers as well, but over here we basically mock anything and everything, so...idk, if you have red hair and green eyes here you might get the piss taken out of you for being a walking stereotype, but it's usually in good fun...I hope?orz
Thanks for answering my question!:D Huh, that's kind of like ours except different, we start secondary later than ye. In case you were interested, the Irish system is like this:
Primary= Junior Infants, Senior Infants, First-Sixth Class (I don't know what the American equivalent is, but kids usually start when they're 4 and finish when they're 12 going on 13.)
Secondary= First-Sixth Year. Kids do the Junior Certificate at the end of Third Year and those years are called the Junior Cycle.
Fifth and Sixth Year (Senior Cycle) would be college to ye, I suppose- we do the Leaving Certificate, which is the exam to get into university, at the end of Sixth Year.
Fourth Year is a little seperate from the others. It's also called Transition Year and it's a year dedicated to doing fuck all in the name of "personal growth", which is why it's optional in a lot of schools.
University= same as yours, but it's also called college because sometimes Irish people like to talk like Americans. O.o
tl;dr, we kept some bits from the British system and made it weird.:P
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Date: 2010-09-09 08:50 pm (UTC)I spent pretty much my whole primary and much of my secondary school years curled in a corner with a book, because in the first I was a bitchy brat who screwed up friendships, then my one good friend moved away and I had a habit of shifting on my chair alot, so everyone else pretended I had a disease, called me 'lurgy girl' and gave me a wide birth.
As a result, I entered high school as prickly as a hedgehog with a time-bomb temper and thinking everyone was teasing me behind my back. Then I met my first two best friends through a mutual love of theatre and books (plus the mutual conditions of sheer craziness), expanded my friendships through them during college whilst giving myself a kick up the arse to be less of a bitch and am now actually getting the hang of friendships. But due to a bad experience with a boy, I still stand out as a bit of a freak because I don't want a boy or girl-friend.
And here comes university to devour my soul! O.o
And yes. Braces and short-sightedness be-eth here too.
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Date: 2010-09-09 11:58 pm (UTC)I think it's more my accent can switch to mimic whatever I'm hearing orz. That's how the Southern accent came about (marathoning Trueblood)
Feeling you on the irrational fear of guys orz. Question, out of curiousity, do you automatically assume everyone you talk to on the net is a girl unless you're told otherwise?
/steals this
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Date: 2010-09-10 10:37 am (UTC)Pfft ranga kids. Jesus I don't remember any of them actually being bullied though, at least not in my school. o__O There was this girl in highschool whose hair was the prettiest shade of red ever though. And it took a lot for me not to go >____> /touches
Red being my favourite colour does not help in the slightest, no sirThis has suddenly, irrationally made me miss my highschool friends A LOT and I will be all over them the moment this semester is over and I'm not so s;lflkfBUSY. ;;
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Date: 2010-09-12 06:20 pm (UTC)... You know, I kinda know that accent confusion thing... Since we're Europe and all, we were taught British English at school... but then we learned American English from TV. So occasionally you got really confused about it... Especially as a kid. "But they said it like this on TV!! D8 IS THE TV LYING TO ME??"
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Date: 2010-09-12 06:34 pm (UTC)I've always wondered about that, since I want to teach English in Japan. It must be really confusing for British English to be insisting the back of a car is a "boot" but American English calling it a "trunk".
Yes, the TV lies to you. Everything you know to be true is false. The world is hollow and empty.
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Date: 2010-09-12 06:54 pm (UTC)Yeaaah. I think that they actually teach American English in Japan, though. Well, not that I really know but that's the impression I've got. They also like to hire Americans to teach their kids the correct pronunciation sometimes. One of my American friends had a job like that in Japan, actually.
I think the most difficult was the whole clothing confusion. xD Like pants versus trousers. But I have to say that football was always just association football to me. I remember that I heard the word soccer sometime around when I was in high school age I think... And it took me ages to figure out what the hell it meant. :D;; But then again I think not being a native English speaker has a lot to do with that. In non-English speaking countries association football is just waaay more popular and all the other versions are just curiosities mostly.
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Date: 2010-09-12 07:01 pm (UTC)I noticed that kind of thing. It makes sense because the biggest English-speaking influence Japan has in America, with the whole occupation thing, post WW2. I will be going along to confuse the Japanese with English spelling and words XD.
Haha oh yes, like what is and is not a vest, or what qualifies as a jumper. Football is football and American football is just rugby for wimps. B| End of story. Bah, who needs pads, you have MUSCLES FOR PADDING.
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Date: 2010-09-12 07:17 pm (UTC)Haha, exactly. And btw, it took me so long to get it that when in American high-school movies and other fiction they talk about football players they mean American football. orz My first mental image is still a bunch of guys in t-shirts and shorts and knee socks, kicking a black-and-white ball.
(Well, we just play ice hockey anyway... What's the fun unless you play on ICE with SHARP PIECES OF STEEL tied to your feet and with a STICK so you can "accidentally" whack someone with it.)