Well to start things off, I was born on July 13, 1995 to Cindy and Kevin Pillsbury. When I was first born, I had bright blond hair...shocker. My mother actually thought they had mixed up the babies. But luckily, she kept me (: I had a pretty uneventful childhood, without any emotionally traumatizing things, besides the fact that it took me forever to be potty trained. Yeah, my mom tried everything in the book to get me to use the toilet, and after 6 months of attempts...I finally did it! Highlight of my 2 year old life. Oh, and a really weird thing about me is that I absolutely HATE soda. It just tastes gross to me. I guess it was all my brother's fault because he told me when I was 5 (he was 13 FYI) that if I drank soda and burped and/or sneezed afterwards...my head would explode. And being the very impressionable child I was, I believed him. But by the time I was 9ish and figured out that NO, your head wouldn't explode after drinking soda, it just didn't taste as great as everyone said. And now onto the pre-teen years which were, regrettably, filled with boy bands like The Backstreet Boys, N-Sync and the still-smoking-hot Jesse McCartney, who to this day still manages to look amazingg. And then the wonderful miracle of puberty hit...and we're going to skip that and go on to high school. Your welcome. Yeah, High School is wayyy better than Middle School EVER was. You get to drive, hangout with friends, study till 2 am for a SUPER HARD PSYCHOLOGY TEST, but its still really amazing. I actually just got my car (: and I probably treat it like my own child, like if I brake to hard, I actually start apologizing to it. But don't lie; you do that too sometimes.
Future plans? Well I hope to get into A&M when I graduate and major in nursing. But my dream dream would be to go backpacking across Europe for a few months, just for the hell of it (: I don't know...there's just something about the thrill of the unknown adventure of it really excites me. But plans change? I don't know. For now I just really want to get out of Houston, and when I do get out of college (because God know if I'll ever really get to go to Europe) I want to get a decent paying job at a hospital (preferably in Boston, I'm sick of Texas), move into an apartment with some friends and wait around for my prince charming....just kidding. At least about the prince part. When I was younger I actually thought I would be married at 20 and have 8 kids, but now I NEVER want that to happen. I'm thinking 28ish (so I'm not ancient) now, with possibly 3 kids; anymore and I would possibly go insane. Names for the little monsters? Maybe Caleb or Cole for a boy...Farrah for a girl. I have no clue when I'll retire, or die. I just don't want to predict that kind of thing. What if I look back on this when I'm forty, and nothing I just typed happened? Serious mood killer if you ask me.
So to my future self: Just do something with your life alright? Don't be the person that spends their Saturday nights with a gallon of Ben& Jerry's and a Sex & the City Marathon. DO SOMETHING!!!
