Who I Am
I was born in Oregon, during the month of May. 15 years have passed since then, and I am not dead yet.
I live with my mom, my dad, my younger brother, and my dog, Brownie. My favorite colors are indigo and turquoise. I like suede and snow, gardenias and grass. I sleep with three blankets over me, two pillows beneath my head, and a pillow next to me along the wall. I love orange chicken, I hate meatloaf.
I’ve made some mistakes in my life, but honestly, who hasn’t?
Most kids grew up on Barbie dolls, Power Rangers, and Pokemon; I grew up on Michael Jackson, George Thoroughgood, and Narnia. Most kids grew up in daycare, learning how to say “please” and “thank you”; I grew up in my best friend’s garage, making things out of plywood.
Maybe my childhood was a little bit unusual, but I like to think that that’s why I’m so…well, different.
I am a singer/songwriter/actress/pianist/author with big dreams.
Singing has always been a part of my life. I sing very often; ask anyone—my brother, my parents, my friends… I sing whatever comes to mind, whenever & wherever it comes to mind. I currently sing the two most-advanced choirs at my high school, and am thinking about joining a community choir. I am in an a cappella group, as well. See our Facebook page here.
Acting is a passion of mine. Some of the best friendships are made on set and in the theater. About half of my current friends are people who I’ve met in one show or another.
An upright piano sits in the dining room of our house. My parents bought it mostly for my brother, but I use it far more often than he. It has become my place of refuge. Every time I play, unique thoughts and feelings thrust themselves into the air, bursting along the seams of each individual note. There is nothing akin to plunking those smooth ivory keys.
When I say, “I’m always writing,” it is not an exaggeration. My pencil is a stub by the end of each day. In algebra, in science, in social studies, at home, inside, outside, at the beach, on the couch, in my room, upstairs, at the computer, at the dinner table, at the kitchen counter, in bed, in a tree…I write. In the words of Ernest Hemingway: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
I’m straight, but not narrow. I’m a Christian. I don’t know how these two things can coexist, but you know what? I don’t care. I’m going to keep it that way.
I have a crush on a boy who has no broken pieces and makes me smile. Sometimes I’m sure he likes me back but other times I’m sure he hates my guts. I put far too much faith in him and I’m sorry for it. I don’t even know if we’re friends but he once said we were and I really hope so. I just want him to be happy.
Please do not ask me if I have an eating disorder. I get this all the time and find it really offensive, even if the person asking was just genuinely concerned. Also, don’t tell me I need to eat a sandwich, or a burger, or some fries, or anything of that sort. I eat plenty and am perfectly healthy.
I love too much, too easily, too fast, too often, and I always end up getting hurt.
You can try to talk to me or confide in me, but I might not know what to say.
That’s about all.
Shoey (Shane Dawson & Joey Graceffa)- all the way, 100%, constantly and forever. And that is that.