Well, where to begin?
My name is Callee ________ Luddington. You will find that it is rare that people fill in the blank that is my middle name. Why? Because I have not yet accepted the fact that I am stuck with THAT middle name. Im named after my father's side of the family twice.... what is thaaaat? I would like my middle name to be after my mother's mother but... as an infant I had no say; thanks for pipin' up mom... not.
I am pretty much a single child... its confusing. I have three brothers. As not to smear the private lives of these so called "brothers" on my blog i am going to create a code name, so i can explain their pricky-ness and all that it entails, without being contacted with angry emails; but hey that would be contact right? Dad+first wife= blood brother, now im calling this brother blood brother because he is my only true half brother, and just so happens to be the only brother I have not met. He lives in tiwan now....kids?wife?job?...alive? those I can not answer, what I can tell you is that I tried emailing him a long time ago. It worked for a while.. he wrote back, sent some pics... after about 5 emails, he stopped;never to talk to me again. Dad+wife2(a.k.a potato queen)= she already had a son, well call him fuck nut, for the simple fact that he is a complete fuck nut. I met him, thank god i was little, so i dont remember... oh i suppose i did see him at third brothers wedding, did he speak to me? no, why? He hates my father for reasons unknown, probably because of the potato queen. Dad+wife2 (still the potato queen)= adopt third brother. I am going to call him only brother, because he is the only one that does not suck huge camel balls. Only brother loves me, i love only brother and he has a little girl and a little boy, making me a proud aunt of 2, and a flippin sweet wife, so an awesome sister in law.
Dad+mom=me dad's first girl. I grew up with fighting parents, i was angry, i hated my mother, then really started hating them both. Then i hated where i was, and myself, finally in grade 11, they split up. Living in a house with a divorced couple, waiting for the house to be sold, is not a good time. After looking at house after house my mother and i finally found one. We did a lot of work to it. She gave me the entire basement as a room, i think it was an "im sorry things are shitty,will this help," gift. And i took it, my room is modeled after my favourite place on the earth, Paris France. I have an oddddd connection with that place, i was born in the wrong country for sure. Anyway, ive gotten used to divorce... im better but... it didnt start off that way.
When i first moved in with my mother, i was still daddy's little girl. Youre daddy's little girl until you find out that he tried to take your university funds, doesnt call and wont pay child support. Yeah.... now i know why mom was bitchy, sorry mom! Currently i am having some issues with my father... surprise surprise. I went through my rebel stage... cops...and what not, no drugs though! well... booze, but im doing much better now.
Now, im in my grade 12 year,at a school that pisssses me off, anyway. I have been accepted into my 2end choice university, im stoked but before i decide i NEED to here from #1 university, i must!!
So, as i get older, and prepare to leave im learning things. I will no longer trust anyone easily, ive been screwed over toooo many times. Boys are and forever will be assholes :) A loyal friend is HARD to find, i dont even know if ive found one.... i know im learning but i know i have a lot left to learn. Do to lack of a loyal friend, lots of friends... just not ones that im going to blab too, i have created this blog. nobody has to read it, i wont be offended but ill let you know that i am quite halarious.... and witty... and what not so, alothough this first blog was long and dry... this is not what my others will be..
you have to start off somewhere right?
Ok so, here i go blogging about my life from this point on.. so
callee is to be continued
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