On November 30 1986 at presicely 4:17Pm, a baby girl was born in Cali to a couple who were very much different from eachother, especially in age. but they were desperate for a child, and when it didn't work the first time, they kept trying.
The day of my birth just so happened to be one of two big days for my father. one, of course i was born, and two, the super bowl featuring my father's favorite football team, the raiders. when my mother announced that it was time, my father, argued, "it can't be!". when they arrived at the hospital, he requested that the doctors turn on the game in the delivery room. While my mom did her breathing, my father was holding her hand and scolding the game because the raiders were losing.
When the child was born, there was then the matter of the name. my mother had already picked out the name Mathew in the event that i was born male. Since i am a girl i needed a girls name, and while i have heard two different stories about this as i have of many of my firsts, the one i believe and have always believed since before i heard the second version, was that they were watching a television show called The Streets of San Francisco. the main charactor was a serial killer named Sydney. She was very sneaky. she dated the detective on her case, because the police thought they were looking for a man,so she was able to get the scoop on the case ahead of time. anyway, my father liked this name, and my mother agreed with it.
When i was three years old, my parents differences finally got the better of them and they divorced. my mother and i lived with my grandparents until we got an apartment of our own.
throughout my life we went through many apartments and expierences that are better left untold. i saw my father where he managed apartments not too far away, quite often. i had friends in the complex, with whom i had my good and bad times, mostly good.
In second grade, on the day when we were due for a trip to the Tide pools not far from us, and i made the mistake of wearing Sandles to this very rocky and sandy area. my teacher however was great about it. she carried me on her back and called me her little hermit crab.
In the fifth grade i transfered from my elementary school that i attended from k-3 to one closer to yet another move. i had a lot to gain from it however. i met a fourth grader named Max in the school daycare, and we became fast best friends. awww, i miss mine. his name was max larenze, and he was my best friend in elementary school, when i was in fifth grade and he was a year behind me in fourth. we were quite the team. we used to make up games, and play them out as movies at recess, and when the bell rang, we would freeze in place and say "to be contiuned". we met becasue we both went to the daycare at our school, but we thought it was boring so we tried to run away twice...no wait, three times i believe. yeah, and one time when we tried to collect food for our like second attempt, i believe...this is so funny, i will never forget this, i went around at lunch time telling people that i was still hungry after finishing my lunch. you wouldn't believe how many people fell for it. and that afternoon, or i believe it was the same day, at snack time at the daycare, we got our snacks, stashed them away in max's lunchpale, with the food i mooched off people at lunch, and then wait for a while so they we think we ate it and asked for more. it was so funny, when it would come time to try to run away, we would sneek out to the back of the playgound, to this little opening, and make it to the point where no one could stop us, then chicken out and decide to turn back. well acually max did, i often tried to convince him that we should go ahead with it, but then it just wouldn't happen, i believe becasue he would beat my argument and convince me that we should go back. soemtimes, nowadays i like to think about what it would have been like if we had not stopped and made it out. we also liked to make up songs too. we once made up this spoof to "i believe i can fly" called "i believe i can die" lol, and i still have the written lyrics to. it's so funny. we made it uo while we were swinging once, that was our favorite thing, the swings. oh and we would hang out outside of school sometimes and it was funny, we called mcdonalds chicken nuggets, "chunky nuggets". lol. i also remember this one time, max told the daycare lady(or one of them) that he needed to call his dad so she would give us the phone, and we hid behind the daycare building with it, and made prank phone calls. it was hella funny, becasue he dialed this one number, and this lady answered, and he told me that she said "like hello", all vally girl like, it was freakin harlious, i only wish i had heard it, but i didnt, he was the one on the phone. other times we would play games with his other freind, mondo. i acually had met mondo before i met max, when i first started at the daycare, and we would play a really fun game, i forget what it was, and he was my firend, or so i thought, cause later, like way later when we were playing something with max, that he had never really been my friend, but was just pretending to be my firend. however he would still let me tag along when he and max would play games, so he was still an ok guy. i remember the the only fight i ever had with max was really short. it was something about sharing my cookie, but like i said it ended soon, casue i eventually gave hhim half. i also remember this one time, this is really funny too, i will never forget this, we were in barns and noble book store, and we started pretending to speak another language, like we were just babbling all these jibberish words, and pretending it was another language, it was harlious, people we staring at us likw we were crazy.the only downfall to all of this was that these jerks(whom i still know today) trent and steven, were always teasing us, that we were boyfreind and girlfreind and stuff. they would create conspiracies, like they would take my toys and one time they started this whole thing where they were trying mto make me think that my other freind suzanna has stolen my littlefoot(from land before time) toy from burger king, and i think max was there, but i forget, and we started this whole big ordeal, it was rediculus. there was also this one time i wish i didnt remember where max has this poster of yoshi, and i really wanted one and so did steven. so we went through this whole contest thing where we would have to do these series of contests to determine who would get a poster(casue i think like his dad worked for a certain place where he was able to get it, an max was ganna ask for one more to give to one of us) anyway, steven ended up winning(the stupid jerk) and i was really sore, i asked max if he coouls try to get two and he said that he would try and that if he was only able to get one that steven would get it because he has won the contests. i was hurt becasue i was his best friend, and steven was a jerk. but better him than trent(who didnt partciapte) becasue trent is an ass hole. soemtimes i miss max, and often wonder if he still thinks of me, probably not though. i wonder what it would be like if we ever met agian. i mean i seriously wouldn't mind somehow getting into a relationship with him hehe. casue he was great. but i ahd to go to middle school, and he was moving schools for fifth grade(i may have forgotten to mention that he was in forth grade when we knew eachother, a year younger than me). sometimes i also like to think what it would have been like had we made it out of the daycre as we had intended to about three times. life out on the streets fending for ourselves, sometimes i imagine us doing little things trtying yo make money and sometimes doing things that are way sneaky cuz that houe we were, we were the sneakters.
as the year ended, i graduated and he moved on to a different school for fifth grade and seven years later i have not seen him to this day or even heard from him. i doubt he would even know who i was if i walked up to him and told him my name.
As i lost one friend, however i gained another. the very next year when i started junior high i met a girl whom had been with me in fifth grade but i was blind to her. her name was Kristen, who became my new best friend, when i had a big fight with a hispanic girl who swore every word she spoke, whom i thought was my first middle school friend. Kristen invited me to join her for lunch, and to this very day we remain best friends.
In 2004, shortly after re discovering an old favorite show called Full House, i found a message board devoted to Full House fans to join. they later became mean and treated me poorly, and after converting to a proboard i left them. There was, however, one reward it had to offer in it's time. before it became a proboard, it was on a forum called Cineforums. one day a new member joined and called herself miss tanner. she had a great fixation on Bob Saget the handsome actor who played the father on the show, Danny Tanner, and i at the time had a great fixation on John Stamos, the handsome actor who protrayed the uncle on the show, Jesse. we had no idea what one "welcome to the board" would lead to. today you know Miss Tanner as Noelhoganislove, my co admin here at The Sitting Duck.
April 22, 2005, Kristen introduced me to a old yet new for us, how called Quantum Leap. i instantly fell in love with not only the show, but the sexy Star of the show, Scott Bakula. at first, however i had fallen in love with the idea of Bakula's charactor, Sam Beckett as the modle for the perfect Older brother that i have always wanted. but as i began to see more and more of the show, my protective grasp on my heart slipped, and i fell in love, this letting Stamos go. this happened just a little bit before Roachie's love interest floated away from Saget and on to Noel Hogan.
October 5, 2005, my father dies. its a wednesday, by this time we are only seeing eachother for lunch once a week. my time with him had been decreasing as i grew older. we had pizza. he seemed so fine, like nothing was wrong. the next morning, however when i woke up sometime after 10, my mom pulled out out of bed nd led me to the livingroom couch. she said she neended to talk to me. she had a bit of fun in her voice when she said it, so i thought not much of it. but then she said it. Kristen had been down the previous weekend from where she now goes to college a six hour drive away from me. but when i told her the news she came the following weekend to be with me for my father's funeral. she slept over at my house and it was fun to have her.
this basically brings us to now.
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