my parents hoped i would be a boi. then i would have been named Art. though i think i like this better. old friends call me jen. new ones call me dawn. i want to keep my last name, for my dad, annoying as it is. i used to be paranoid about people finding out my real name. now i could care less. it is just a name.
[23]
i was born january 11th, 1978, so i am 24 right now. Unless I havent updated this. Then you do the math. i feel 16. i don’t know why i feel 16, i just do. i always looked older than i was, before i turned legal (18 here in alberta) and now people think i am underage.
[calgary]
my home town. place i was born, and have lived most of my life, other then when I was away at school or staying in the USA with my (now ex) boyfriend.
[college]
i finished college with a diploma in fashion design, in the spring of /99. i attended the university college of the fraser valley, in abbotsford, bc. a too small town, luckily really close to vancouver. i took one year, one year off, and then the second year. Now i am attending a local college-Bachelor of Applied Communication, major in Electronic Publishing.
[wandering]
i like to travel, sometimes with family, sometimes by myself, and more often with my friends. i have been to mexico, the usa, england, scotland, and wales. i want to travel to ireland, and germany, and back again to wales. Japan would kick ass too.
[sensitive]
about 5 foot 8 or 9, naturally blond (though i have not been my natural colour since 16 or so) naturally wavy hair, presently long, bra length, and dark red. Purple streaks to come when my corporate job is over. blue grey eyes with lil flecks. scars everywhere, cus i was a clutz. nails that grow long, but polish chips off after an hour. an affinity for wearing black clothes, silver jewelry, and too much eyeliner. a habit of finding bruises, that i don’t know how i got. (the good kind and not good kind too)
[allergic]
metal, of all kinds, except 24k gold.. which i hate. overly sensitive to perfumes, and scents. mornings that start before 10 am. days that are hotter than 28C. television shows (for the most part). going to movies at the theatre. people that try to convert me. eggs, sunny side up. broccoli and cauliflower. cars and driving in general. bad piercings. popcorn. itchy clothes.
[affinity]
outrageous shampoo and conditioner, only cus it smells so good, and it reminds me of the way cute way-too-young-for-me-boys lean over and breath it in making me feel all sexxxthy like. the way my nails are kind of blue/purple when my hands are cold. making endless websites, whether anyone sees them or not. music fingers running though my hair. outdoor concerts. daisy and clover chains. picking up pretty rocks and shells, and my collection of them in water on my shelf. hand written letters from people i love. peacock feathers. messy bedrooms. art and drawings and millions of photos on my walls. sushi. photos of friends. the feel of sand on bare feet. swimming, no matter how cold the water is. a boi named john. (even if He Never Freaking Admits It) afternoons that seem to fly by, sitting and talking with friends, and then one of you suddenly realizes that it is 7pm.... and you have been talking all day. wolves and dolphins. tattoos. colours black, grey, blue and silver. ankhs, especially caitiff ones. talking on the phone after 11pm. being allowed to cry. my antique iron bed. rain. banff national park. writing.
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