My Life As A Stori

As someone that literally lives for details right now, I realized that while I’ve told you about my misadventures in inventing, I haven’t really told you much about me.  If every one of my readers was wearing my modified Dream Reader, you’d all have a different idea about what I looked like.  Let me clear up some things about me in general so ya’ll know me a little better.  You already know I’m Italian and live in Nebraska, have a mom and dad (obviously), and an annoying little brother.  I have the traditional dark hair but it’s not quite black; it’s so dark brown that it looks black except when I’m in the right light.  I keep it cut really short, too, so it doesn’t get in my face while I’m working and it has that kind-of cutesy punk look to it.  My eyes are dark, too, so no dazzling blue or anything to set off the dark hair.  I’m not super-model thin, either, though I don’t think most girls are nowadays!  I wear a size five, so not bad in my opinion, and I’m 5′5.  Wow, that’s a lot of five’s in a row, huh?  I’m not super-toned, which you probably should have assumed since I spend my days reading and working in a lab, but I don’t really consider myself out of shape at all.  I don’t tan very well and I have no real sense of fashion.  I don’t wear a lot of makeup…actually, I don’t really do makeup, period, unless I’m dressing up fancy to go somewhere.  Sorry any guys out there - people say I’m pretty but I’m no blue-eyed, blond haired, six foot tall, anorexically thin bombshell.  Hey, at least I don’t look like your typical “nerd” stereotype, right?  On second thought, right now I’m probably propped up in a bed or chair staring blankly at a piece of paper with this crazy sci-fi looking contraption on my head…yeah, not at my most attractive.  On top of that, I have no proof of how long I’ve actually been like this.  I’m told it’s only been a few months, but what if my parents are being nice?  I was seventeen when I put the darn thing on my head, so I still hold that mental image of my seventeen-year-old self.  What if it’s actually been years?   What if I’m like thirty right now and no one’s told me about it and I’ve gained about a million pounds since I’ve been stuck in a coma for all these years?  No, I wouldn’t have gained a bunch of weight because if I’m truly in a coma then I couldn’t eat properly.  Maybe I am anorexically thin, now?  Scary thought…nah, if I was thirty then I’d hope by now my little brother wouldn’t still be learning his colors.  I mean, he doesn’t appear to have the same genius mentality that I do, but he’s certainly not learning disabled.

Speaking of brothers, I actually have another brother.  He’s older than me and is your typical jock-type guy.  He didn’t pay much attention to me growing up because I think I embarrassed him.  Actually, I think I may even have made him feel a little inferior.  I mean, how would you feel if your little sister was a few grades ahead of you in school and your teachers were left wondering why you weren’t as smart?  It had to suck for him.  He seems to have held his grudge because I haven’t heard from him since my accident.  Everyone else that I’m even remotely close to has at least written me a little message.  Ah well, that’s Leo for ya - he’ll come around eventually I suppose.  Oh, Dino is my little brother, by the way.  Yes, that’s short for a crazy-long very Italian name that I won’t disclose for fear of embarrassing him, even though he’s too young to really be embarrassed by a lengthy name, yet.  Still, I’ll keep it under wraps for his sake.  He’ll thank me when he’s older.

Let’s see…what else?  My mom is a nurse at the retirement home and my dad’s a professional photographer.  Okay, so he hasn’t exactly earned a Pulitzer but he does okay.  We’ve grown up comfortably, even for growing up in Nowheresville, Nebraska.

Hmm…anything else?  I can’t think of anything right now that might be pertinent…yeah, that’s about who I am in a nutshell.  Maybe next post I’ll have something more exciting to share.