About me
Hi! My name is Alexandria Talan Brock. Alex for short. I live in Northern California, and it's alright. I used to live in the bay area and I loved it, the beaches, the shopping, the malls, but I hated the traffic, the people and the smog. I love books, music, movies, TV, video games for console and computer. I love going to concerts. My birthday is January 24th. I'll finally be 18. I've had jobs under the table, I got myself a car, my daddy didn't buy it for me. I just got into a CNA program for free through me school. I'm a high school senior, I graduate in May. I love junk food, late nights, loud music, fast cars, old alcohol, except wine. I love beaches and outdoors, and city lights and neon signs. I hate doing homework, dishes and laundry even though I do it all the time and I'm relatively good at it. Lol. I'm addicted to the internet and video games. I don't watch TV much but when I do I enjoy it. I love all kinds of food, but not particularly seafood or fish. Speaking of fish, I like them as pets, reef keeping is a huge hobby of mine, but I recently moved and lost some fish. Before that I had a betta and a twenty gallon tank with about 20 fish. The betta was dying, so I tried to restore him back to health by putting him in the community tank and he got better, then killed a lot of my fish, and ate them. ): Anyway. I love pets. I have a puppy she is almost three years old. Her name is Daisy. She is adorable. I think she is part dauschund, terrier, beagle, and chihuahua. I live with my dad and my little sister Nina. I have three other sisters, all older than me, two of them I've never met. I don't know where my mom is, and I don't really care. To say the least I hope she's dead. My parents got divorced in 2005. I moved to Northern California from the bay area in August 2005, a month later is when my parents got divorced. My mother was bipolar schizophrenic. She beat and abused my dad and everyone in my family, physically, mentaly and emotionally my whole life. When I was eight years old, my mother got a phone call that my dad was in a car accident. He was working as a journeymen electrician at the time. I dropped to my knees and started crying, I thought he was going to die, I thought I was never gonna see my dad again. She just hung up the phone like nothing happened. She had a cold blank stare. She didn't care. My dad's car accident was in Palo Alto. So he was lifted by a helicopter and taken to Stanford Emergency Medical Center. He was alive. But covered in bandages and casts from head to toe. After some time, he was in crutches right after the accident, and I was really shocked, it was almost like he was fine. A month or two after his accident, I was bitten by a brown recluse spider on the left side of my neck. Except at the time I didn't know what it was and neither did my family. My mom was too busy at the time having another episode, my uncle was taking care of my great aunt cuz she was elderly. So my dad, being on crutches, after a car accident that wounded him severly, put me in his Jeep wagoner and took me to a hospital. I don't remember which one because I had it operated on six different times. Once without any anesthesia at all. That was at the Kaiser hospital in Walnut Creek where I was born. I screamed at the top of my lungs, two huge security guards came running into the room and grabbed the doctor by her arms on each side and took her out of the room. I like to believe she was fired on the spot. Anyway, the last time I had it operated on, I was put under a gas mask and was having a panic attack because I was eight years old and I was scared I wouldn't wake up from the anesthesia, I was scared I was gonna die. When I woke up from the surgery hours later, I remember I was cloudy headed, tired, really hungry and my left arm was in a sling I couldn't move it because they pumped me full of morphine, they gave me too much. The entire left side of my body was numb for two days. When we left the hospital, I was in a wheelchair for those two days. I still kinda have the butterfly stitch scar on the left side of my neck, even though it was ten years ago. I thought it was a pretty cool looking scar, wish it still looked as defined. I used to hate it, but now I don't.
