RandomNESS

Well, hello there.

Today is Thursday, September 22st, 2016

My name is Vanessa. I’m a 26 year old Pisces female in California. I’ve taken dance lessons since I was four years old, and still do to this day. I’m currently engaged to a handsome Shia LaBeouf looking fella. I was employed full time until Friday as an uncertified medical assistant. I’m happy to be gone; but I miss it just as well. And now there are so many unknown opportunities that await me. It’s just a matter of seizing the day..

I’ve always been interested in so many things.. I’ve always considered myself as wanting to be a “jack of all trades”. Professional dancer (which I now feel like is out of the question), teacher (but now with that common core bull shit, I’m not so sure), pilot (thank you Top Gun), mechanic, truck driver (yes, the 18-wheel kind), video personality, musician (but I’ve never stuck it out with anything more than a year), chef, cosmetologist, and I”m sure I’m forgetting so much more.

I was interested in going to college until I was 15 years old. I had a plan. My plan was to get into the Long Beach Summer Dance Conservatory, improve myself, get to know people, make it higher into the company than an Artist (lowest on the totem pole), go to UC Irvine, major in dance, and let my feet do the talking. So I started the journey by going to Sacramento at 14 in the winter time to audition for the LBSDC and out of all the places they auditioned across the country, they only accepted 65 students. I was one of them. It was, of course, expensive to be housed away from home, so my aunt helped by providing the non-refundable down payment for this, and my grandma was going to provide the rest. My birthday came and went in March and my friend gave me presents to take down to LBSDC. I was on track to go. And then, I’m not quite sure what happened, but I pissed my parents off good enough for them to not want me to go. See, my mom and I have always had a rough relationship, so we would argue a lot. And I wasn’t the tidiest. My room was always cluttered and messy, and between the two, she got my dad to say “No, not happening. You’re not going to Long Beach anymore.” My mom jumped in, trying to save the day after already sending it down the toilet. But my dad stood firm on his decision. Summer came and went, and my friends went away to different places in California, and across the country, and came back more improved and technically skilled than I did, staying home and doing the local summer conservatory. I stayed in the company for another two years at the most, but got increasingly discouraged by other dancers’ movement up while I stayed an Artist. I stopped doing ballet all together at 16 until I was about 20 or 21. It broke me. I could’ve been dancing at UC Irvine with a partial, if not full, scholarship because of my dance abilities and having taken class from the former Ballet Master of UCI, Israel “El” Gabriel, but I gave up. I started wanting to be more involved in my high school functions and fitting in with whatever crowd I got attention from. Don’t get me wrong, I had a core group of friends, none of which I keep close contact with anymore, but I was always seeking validation through others. And then at 18 and 19 years old, I discovered what partying was. I partied a lot over the next few years, had some interesting, and some rocky relationships, until 23 when I started to compete with my dance studio in Pom and Hip Hop, and re-connected with my mister, that I just happened to know since 10 years old. We started dating, competing started to feel like breathing. I started to be positive in life, be positive WITH myself, etc. And then I started to hate my job..