Welcome to My Bio X-L-ent

My name is Christine Marie Beavers. I live somewhere in either Minnesota or California.For fear of death by hotdish, or Jesse Ventura coming to kill me(See my minnesota page), I cannot disclose my current location. But I can fill you in on who I am, kind of.

I was born in Oakland, CA. Yes, I know it takes a brave person to say that out loud. For those of you who don't know what Oakland is like, well, someday I will find a site that truly describes my place of birth. From Oak-town to Vallejo

Anyways...

I grew up in the Bay Area town of Vallejo, which is pronounced Vuh-lay-hoe, NOT Valley-joe. We lived in a nice house on a hill that gave us a beautiful view of events like explosions at the nearby Tosco refinery. These happenings were often enough, like say every year, to totally warp a child. Lucky for me, I came out perfectly normal.;)

Fast forward through elementary school, up to fifth grade when I was uprooted from carefree Vallejo, and transfered to Vacaville. Now where I came from, playing pretend was perfectly acceptable. You could be anyone you wanted to be, and no one would laugh at you, because after all, you were the one having fun. I had, and still have, an excellent imagination, so I would think up these great stories, and my friends and I would act them out. I guess that was not the case in Vacaville. I played pretend in sixth grade, and quickly found out that everyone would make fun of me, if I did it again. I always thought that you sholdn't succumb to peer pressure, so I did it a few more time, pretending that I was one of the X-women, or an horse, or whatever. Well for the next six years of school in Vacaville, I got neighed at. People called me horsey. This is what you get when you have an imagination.

But seriously folks,...

I got through school, and graduated from my glorious alma mater, Will C.Wood High School. Wildcat Pride Even though I took three AP classes in my senior year, and countless others during H.S., I didn't get into any of the U.C.s' (University of California) that I applied to. But I'm not angry, no never. Even though people who had 3.8 GPA's from pathetically easy classes got accepted, with full ride scholarships. Really, I'm not angry.

Fotunately, while in my senior year of high school, I found somone who keeps me from letting my non-anger get to me. His name is Paul. One of my friends from my AP Physics, John, class invited me to go ice skating with him, his girlfriend, Kim, and some guy that she knew from Minnesota. Well, not exactly just from Minnesota. Born in California, he was uprooted by his parents after eighth grade moved halfway accross the country to a small town in Minnesota. He had been Kim's nextdoor neighbor before he had moved. After graduating, he came to California, lived with his brother, and got in touch with old friends, like Kim. Anyways, to make a long wonderful story short, We hit it off immeadiately. That day, after much talking and flirting, he called to ask me if I would like to go to my Senior Prom with him. Being dateless and depressed, I jumped at the thought. It was the best decision I have ever made.

Well, I guess I'll have to tell the rest of that story another day. To condense another story, Paul and I fell deeply, madly in love,(with no end in sight! :) I ended up in Minnesota, then back in California, and my future is about as concrete, and certain as the lottery. I kind of like it that way, though. Life and love are gifts, and I don't intend on wasting them.