About Me
Hey! What are you, some sort of stalker or something? I don't know if I ought to be giving out personal information like this, but you look sort of trustworthy...
The vital statistics: My name is Shannon, though certain people can get away with calling me other things.I'm twenty-three years old, and was born Easter Sunday 1977- I wasn't one of those considerate babies who waited for Major holidays to pass. I was born and raised in New England, and any stereotypes you've heard about New Englanders are probably true, though I neither sound like the Kennedys(who sound like no one else on earth) nor pronounce car "cah" even though I'm originally from Massachusetts. Right now I live with my parents and 16 yr old brother in a tiny central New Hampshire town, and I like it. I'm a lefty; I love music, literature, writing,theater and college hockey. I think that covers what you came to find out, doesn't it? Oh, this is what I look like. If you tell me I look like an elf, I'll be forced to slap you, unless you like that sort of thing, in which case I'll get someone else to do it.
I just graduated from college, yea me! Basically, I spend at least $45,000 dollars on a piece of paper that declares that I put in enough time to pass all my classes. I went to the University of New Hampshire , and it was pretty nice there. I recommend it, as long as the lack of funding and days off(UNH= university of no holidays) don't get you down too much. I majored in English Teaching, but I'm not going to teach, go figure. I like kids, and I like English, but I decided that I'm not the teacher type- better now than after grad school, right?
Well, I'm more or less gainfully employed doing something that relates to my college degree. I know what you're thinking "But how? You have a liberal arts degree!" You'll just have to believe me and file it under strange but true. I'm an Americorps*Vista for New Hampshire Reads. While I'm supposed to be spending a majority of my time doing boring stuff like grant writing and fund raising, I also get to work with little kids. I never realized how much I like little kids (sorry Mom, this doesn't mean I want any of my own for sure)and how much fun it could be. I go to WIC clinics (WIC makes sure that mothers and young children get a good diet) and do story times(the kids get free copies of the book we read) and art projects with kids up through the age of nine, but usually five since these take place during school hours. Besides being scared that the three year olds are going to cut off their fingers with the scissors, it usually goes smoothly. In a way I'm glad that this program (A*V) is only a year commitment, but...what will I be doing this time next year?
I'm still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. "What I really want to do is direct... " nearly as bad, I really want to write. However, the longest thing I've ever written, my work in progress, has only just passed the 100 page mark, so it looks like it's going to take a while to work up to something novel length. Since the idea of living under a bridge doesn't appeal to me, I'm going to have to decide on some direction for my life to take; why didn't anyone tell me that growing up would be this hard?
Why, you may ask, are there fish swimming in the background? Why not? I wish I still had fish, but I haven't had any since that unfortunate tank heater incident back in high school. So, here are my fish, all named Harold. Aren't you glad I figured out how to animate a gif and convert it to a background? I have real pets, this wonderful dog Princess, who's getting old, but I still love her, and and a ferret named Claudia(after the interview w/the vampire character). There are several other animals in and outside my house, too. I LOVE SQUIRRELS! Oh, was I shouting? So sorry. And I like to think of them as being mine in a way. Unfortunately, though there were many squirrels in Durham, I wouldn't have been able to keep one as a pet had I been able to catch one.
I won't bore you with the details of my love life, it's enough to say that I always fall for the wrong guys. Always. I just can't seem to...ok, so I'm better at the unrequaited stuff, it's more poetic anyway. That, and being pestered by guys I have no interest in, about sums it up. Having lived in an all-girls dorm for four years didn't help. Wouldn't you rather hear about my invisible friend, Fred, instead? Fred hosts a cooking show with the invisable friends of my real, visible, friend Sarah. He commutes to UNH-M. Aren't you glad you asked?
You must *really* be bored if you want to know about me! Delve deeper into my mind. (aka-things I love and hate)
"I don't suffer from insanity, I've enjoyed every moment of it."
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