Sorry to get all sappy, but I really will miss him.  I love him very much, and he told me that he loves me as well, and I have no reason to doubt his honesty.  Don't get me wrong, we're not in love, we just care for each other very, very much.  Anyhoo, I'm gonna peace out and watch this amazing thunderstorm that's appeared out of nowhere.

Oh, I spanked him very hard yesterday...it made a really nice, loud sound and my hand was throbbing afterwards.  I can only imagine how much it hurt.  He shoved me face-first against the wall, spanked me back, and snogged me hard.  And everyone says we're such a cute couple...they have no idea what's going on behind closed doors.

I suppose I'll start at the beginning...what better place to start?  I was born by normal means in a normal hospital in Pittsburgh, PA.  My parents were normal, first time parents.  No sibblings preceded me, but one did follow about one year, seven months, and twenty-eight days later.  A boy.  So, we have a picture-perfect family: one boy, one girl, one mom, one dad.  All blond, blue-eyed, attractive.  Seems normal?  Hardly.  I suppose my immediate family isn't too outrageous; my dad's a pyromaniac and my mom's a high powered business woman.  Nothing too out of the ordinary there.  Except my dad came from a family that had vast coffers but somehow managed to lose it all through sheer idiocy and bad luck/untimely deaths, and my mom was from western PA ('nough said).  
My dad's mother is always hopped up on medication.  She takes perscription drugs to help with some problems she may have (pain killers after surgery, laxatives when she has an obstruction of the bowels) but then she takes other drugs, sometimes perscription and sometimes over the counter, to treat the side effects from the perscription drugs.  She then takes more medication to treat the side effects of the medicine that's treating the side effects of the perscription drugs.  You can see where this is going.  Now, add in some very specifically ordered margaritas and some tiramisu with rum poured over the top and you've got quite a recipe for brain damage and over all outrageous behavior.  She doesn't really get along with me, perhaps because she believes that I'm dark and depressed.  I'm really not, though; I'm probably one of the most content people you will ever meet (if you meet me/know me, that is).
As for my dad's dad, he died late august last summer...but he was a riot when he was still alive.  Many, many good stories...He lived on a twenty-six foot sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay.  We tried getting him an appartment, but he decided he didn't want it and that he missed his boat.  He didn't really take care of himself at all, actually, and was a little oblivious.  I mean this in the best possible way; he was a character, certainly, and I do miss him.
My mother's parents aren't too terribly unusual compared to my dad's parents...they just live out in western PA on a large plot of land.  Essentially, my mom's family is the blue-collar type.  My grandpa worked in the coal mines for a while, and then on cars and then as a farmer, and when my grandma was 16 she gave birth to my mom.  My mom grew up in a totally different world than mine.
That's essentially my family history, very compacted.  There are so many stories and whatnot, but I shall not bore you with those because they aren't even relevent to what my journal will be.

So, perhaps a bit about me.  I'm a blond, pretty but not gorgeous, and generally pretty nice if a little quirky and blunt.  I have a few really close friends and many acquaintances.  I go to a boarding school, so I generally see my parents only every other weekend or so.  I don't really mind.  Don't get me wrong; I love my parents!  But it's nice to have some independence and freedom that I wouldn't have otherwise.  I'm a fencer (epee), a horseback rider (jumpers), and a dancer (pointe, ballet, and modern).  I'm also very involved in theater: I'm in musicals, small black box productions, improv comedy troupes, etc.  I sing and play the piano.


Oh, and I happen to be a dominant and slightly sexually frustrated bisexual blood fetishist.  And I just recently got my first boyfriend.  This journal will basically be a diary of my sexual escapades (sexcapades), not only with my current boyfriend, but with all who may come after.  It will document my growth from a recently deflowered innocent to a full-fledged dominatrix.