Post by Kenoku on Oct 31, 2005 21:26:42 GMT -5
Hey, you all know my name is Timothy Widman. 13 years old if you dont know. Just a normal nice gamer, wasnt always that way though....
While I was growing up I was friends with this one kid, named Mike. Now Mike didnt come from one of the best families. He wasnt treated good (if you get my drift), yet he always had a smile on his face every day. Well his parents swore alot. Sadly, He picked up on the habbit and..soon me. If you got me mad..I would cuss someone out. It only happened fews times when I got made fun of because of my weight and/or cause I was nerd. I regret it, but I even swore at my dad once. I regret that moment with every muscle I have. THat I guess you could say God came knocking at my door. Im not really religious. I got the message that I should stop. So I worked on that..and I dont swear as much. Sometimes, I do let it slip. But thats mabbe once I blue moon. Lol. Now christmas is coming around. Christmas...joyful, colorful, and happyness is all associated with that holiday. Guess what? Not really for me. My Aunt Diane passed away two days before Christmas. She was one of my favorite Aunts. Growing up I hated ham. She went out of the way and made a hamburger. I eat ham now..I wish I would have started earlier. She was the best Aunt you could ask for. She died of a brain tumor. Her death changed all of us, including my dad. My dad isnt really what you would call smart. He never went college. Didnt school serious. Once my aunt died, he actually wrote a poem. A poem coming from someone who never shows this side. Heck, my aunt even got her name on the Fralic Center(sport place; look below). Almost everyone knows her.
Speaking of dead people. I never really knew my grandpas. They died when I was five. Not an age you can remember alot from. In videos they loved me. They would with me. Another father I guess. No wonder they call em
"grandfathers". They were heros. Went into War World II. They helped with what is now The United States. With my Aunt's Wedding that was a couple Sundays ago, that was a big step for me. I walked my aunt down the hall. That was my grandpa's job. I filled in his shoes. Its a right of passage. Its important to me atleast. Well here are some more pics from the wedding:
Oh and if it helps this is is me:
www.sitesled.com/members/kenoku/Tuxedo.bmp
And now..pics of my room!
So there you go. A little history about meh self. Hehehe. So as Halloween is coming to a close..and im thinking I ate to much candy. A shall go to bed! Cya!
While I was growing up I was friends with this one kid, named Mike. Now Mike didnt come from one of the best families. He wasnt treated good (if you get my drift), yet he always had a smile on his face every day. Well his parents swore alot. Sadly, He picked up on the habbit and..soon me. If you got me mad..I would cuss someone out. It only happened fews times when I got made fun of because of my weight and/or cause I was nerd. I regret it, but I even swore at my dad once. I regret that moment with every muscle I have. THat I guess you could say God came knocking at my door. Im not really religious. I got the message that I should stop. So I worked on that..and I dont swear as much. Sometimes, I do let it slip. But thats mabbe once I blue moon. Lol. Now christmas is coming around. Christmas...joyful, colorful, and happyness is all associated with that holiday. Guess what? Not really for me. My Aunt Diane passed away two days before Christmas. She was one of my favorite Aunts. Growing up I hated ham. She went out of the way and made a hamburger. I eat ham now..I wish I would have started earlier. She was the best Aunt you could ask for. She died of a brain tumor. Her death changed all of us, including my dad. My dad isnt really what you would call smart. He never went college. Didnt school serious. Once my aunt died, he actually wrote a poem. A poem coming from someone who never shows this side. Heck, my aunt even got her name on the Fralic Center(sport place; look below). Almost everyone knows her.
Speaking of dead people. I never really knew my grandpas. They died when I was five. Not an age you can remember alot from. In videos they loved me. They would with me. Another father I guess. No wonder they call em
"grandfathers". They were heros. Went into War World II. They helped with what is now The United States. With my Aunt's Wedding that was a couple Sundays ago, that was a big step for me. I walked my aunt down the hall. That was my grandpa's job. I filled in his shoes. Its a right of passage. Its important to me atleast. Well here are some more pics from the wedding:
Oh and if it helps this is is me:
www.sitesled.com/members/kenoku/Tuxedo.bmp
And now..pics of my room!
So there you go. A little history about meh self. Hehehe. So as Halloween is coming to a close..and im thinking I ate to much candy. A shall go to bed! Cya!