Well, my real name is Pamela.

I was born June 19, 1978. This means I am twenty-one years old. It also means that I am a gemini.

I was born in Evansville, Indiana. When I was just 14 months old, my sister, Glenda was born. My mother says I wanted to kill her and that I made plans to several times.

I never succeeded, which is lucky because we're great friends, now.

I have lived in Evansville all my life, except for a brief period around my fifth birthday when my parents were separated. My mom took my sister and I with her, and we lived in Indianapolis. My mom rented a duplex (well, half), and my sister and I were in daycare at my Aunt Maureen's. After about a year, they got back together, and we went back to Evansville. It was strange.

It was like Christmas.

When I was little my favorite color was purple, and Glenda's was HOT pink. We had lots of matching outfits in our two different colors. We liked it, too.

I started school a few months after I turned five, like most children. Then I was chosen to be a part of the Horizon classes for advanced kids. I had to take these classes everyday instead of art or choir. I was so happy the year they were scheduled for a different period. (That was fourth grade, when I was in the half 4th/half 5th grade class.) Unfortunately, I missed spelling instead. I had never had to make up the art and choir work, so I just didn't do any spelling homework. I got in trouble because I argued my point with the teacher.

That was the year I was chosen to represent my school in an art contest for the local newspaper. I had an ambition now. Also, in spite of my lack of spelling practice, I was still chosen to be one of five to participate in a radio spelling bee. Go figure. We lost. I didn't miss any of my words, either, damn it! It seemed so stupid that I could do it already, but still had to do the work. I think this warped my ideas about studying, too.

Anyway, Horizons was a little traumatic because I was the only girl for several years after I began. All the others dropped out when we started learning philosophy and mythology. Apparently, their parents disagreed with the concepts.

But enough about them.

Since I was the only girl lumped in with the smart kids, I got a bit of a nerdy reputation. I can remember people expecting me to just do the work in group projects...

"Let Pam do it. She's smart."

I got my first pair of glasses when I was nine, and I thought it was great. I had Super Vision! I could see down whole blocks at a time!

Later on, though, they were a bit of a hassle. I got contacts when I was fourteen. I've always worn gas permeable, or hard, contacts. I've never had soft ones, and I'm glad. They seem a bit too squishy to me. And then there's the fact that some of you people that do wear them take them out and lube 'em up in your mouths. I feel queasy just thinking about it.

But I've wandered off the story...I played with more boys than most little girls have. I was the only one they allowed to join in when they played football or baseball on the playground. This gave me really good muscle tone.

Or thick calves, whichever way you want to look at it.

I never had a birthday during school, so I missed being sung to. This seems insignificant, now, but it bothered me so much then.

I started middle school when I was eleven. I had great friends who lasted me through most of high school.

They were all different and beautiful.

Boyfriends, pregnancies, marriage, and college have put a lot of distance between us, now, even though a few are still in Evansville.

(By the way, none of those things happened to me, except the boyfriend. I've been with the same guy since my senior year.)

I don't have many friends now. I like to think that they miss me as much as I do them.

I feel like I am a lot younger, or less experienced, than many of my old friends. I often feel like I've been left behind. I guess, in some ways, I have.

I started college for lack of anything better to do. I didn't really like it. The people were okay. Well, the art kids were usually fun. My school's open admission policy let almost anyone attend. There are a lot of stupid people out there.

I decided to be an art major because I got to draw, paint, and sculpt. I didn't pay attention to my regular classes and it was a waste of money. I've wasted a lot of money over the past few years. I decided to go to Ivy Tech because I was becoming more and more interested in computer graphics. It wasn't the right thing for me, either.

Life is no fun.

I work in the Session Design department of a market research company. This doesn't mean anything to you, but I'm telling you anyway.

I was married on November 27, 1999. You can see my wedding webpage at: http://pamnlevi.tripod.com. I won't go into all of that here.

Well, there you have the long version of me.

Oh, except for now, I suppose, my favorite color is green. Glenda's is probably black or maroon.

We hardly ever wear matching outfits anymore.

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