Iceberg Tipping:
Spoil Me On: January 9th
Age: 20 At Heart: 25
IQ: 144
Height: 5'4"
Status: Jon is my SEA MATEY!
Drugs Present: Insulin
Religion: Christian
Politics: Green
Phone Sex: This is what I sound like.
A Hack-Meat Biography:
My name is Rebecca G. Jones. I live in Kamloops, British Columbia, where the winters are sustainable and the summers are too hot to even be considered Canadian. I currently live in a badly designed townhouse with my boyfriend, Jon, and his best friend, John. Their names are easy to differentiate in text, but it makes having a conversation with the two of them more than confusing. I am a writer first and a sales associate second. My latter job takes place at a Winners/HomeSense superstore; I work on the HomeSense side, in the fitting room, at the customer service desk, at the till, and in the cash office. I'm also friends with my boss on Facebook.
I was born in Vancouver, but was transferred to my current location before I had the chance to fall in love with the rain. In Kamloops, I grew up with my sister in a house located across the street from the park in a neighbourhood that was once quite child-friendly, but has since been taken over by drug dealers and prostitutes. This means that on Halloween I can sit in front of the door and no kids will come asking for candy.
My background is of Filipino and Welsh ancestry. My mom came from the Philippines and my dad's part-Welsh parents were once missionaries in Ethiopia, so it makes for multi-culturalism galore. I am zero parts Ethiopian, but I have a lot of cool stuff from there, nonetheless.
As a little kid I was raised in a Christian home with distinctly conservative views, which now explains why I willingly vote for the Green Party. I consider myself a Christian; I go to church every Sunday and I believe in heaven and God, but I also have an appreciation for equality and open-mindedness. It makes my faith-life very Catch 22, but somehow I've managed to strike a balance that I've found sufficient, and I don't think God is going to beat me with a crowbar for it in the end.
My education started at John Tod Elementary School, a building located in an area of town that my friends and I now refer to as the "J.T. Hood". When I was seven I spent a week in the hospital as a newly discovered diabetic, which really could be considered more or less as a bad thing. Still, I was able to snack in the middle of class when my blood sugars were low, and that eventually made the other kids jealous because they had to wait until recess before they could eat their Wagon Wheels.
In the second grade I set the standards for being the world's worst speller. Then, somehow - after studying in a manner that I never will ever be able to study ever again - I managed to spell like a kid with a dictionary, and I learned to embrace the wonders of writing in grade three. My teacher had a habit of giving the class writing prompts to create stories out of, and my stories just so happened to be the ones that all the kids all wanted me to stand in front of the class to read. Since that day when the class applauded at the tale I wrote about my cousins vanquishing a ghost by stepping on it, writing has been my heroin.
In high school, I excelled in every subject except Math. I was also virtually unknown. For the most part, my mission in high school was to get a boyfriend. That never happened, but I see that situation now as more of a benefactor in my life, meaning that I managed to sustain my own self-esteem without relying on some guy to keep me from slicing my wrists every time I felt that I looked like shit. I spent a lot of that time, however, wanting to know what the hell my problem was. Everyone I knew had a lover, and I just sat at home and got really bitter about it. Much of my life was very prone to disaster during that point in time, but that was just the way it had to be.
I graduated in 2005 and got drunk for the first time at the afterparty. After that, I decided to take a year off school. It was generally a bad idea that I wasn't a happy camper with for very long. I now call that point in my life, "The Hiatus", as it was a time of depression, lust, and a terrible shopping addiction. My income was made cleaning offices at the Canada Post mail processing plant. It was a job just as glamerous as it sounds. I tried to get a better one but no place would hire me, so for that entire year, I spent my mornings sending my writing to magazines that sent me back rejection slips, and I spent my evenings at the post office, slacking off so I could talk to a postal courier who was ten years my senior. What took place after that was an awkward sort of fling that left much to gossip about. I still look back on that situation as more significant than it really was, but it proved to be an interesting story nonetheless.
In late summer of 2006, the Winners/HomeSense superstore (which Kamloops waited four years for) was built over an abandoned go-kart track uptown. Even with a resume full of cleaning jobs, the managers took their chances on my workmanship, marking the significant end to "The Hiatus". I now work part-time whenever they call me in. Mostly I fold towels, but sometimes I organize wall decor and dish sets.
Fall of 2006 found me at Thompson Rivers University, working toward a degree in their Batchelor of Arts program with intentions of progressing towards Journalism. It was at university where I met my boyfriend, Jon. Like me, he was also a hobbist writer (and musician), which logically made everyone assume that we would be perfect together. We started officially dating in early December.
In May of 2007, Rachael and I moved out of our parents' home, and into a charming apartment on the upside of town with our high school friend, Steve. Due to his high costs of car insurance and school, however, Steve eventually moved out before September, and in October, our friend Sonja took his place. She moved out eventually as well, and was replaced by a random pot-smoker named Jeff, a guy who I blatantly hated. I waited until I couldn't take his stench and unwillingness to wash the dishes before I promptly moved out to live with Jon in May of 2008.
When I started my second year of university, my views toward it suddenly became flawed when Jon decided that he was going to take a management position offered to him at JYSK instead of going back to school. Somewhat disappointed, I went back to campus and felt a loss of interest toward all my courses but Creative Writing. Much of my fall semester was filled with frustration and anger and late night shifts at work. That and a passion for writing.
Suddenly I was at it again, wanting to do it. Since the third grade I had always wanted to be a writer, a passion that I always tried to maintain whenever I had the time. In December of 2007 I quit school and decided to pursue the craft head-on, with my job in the service industry to sustain my occasional hankerings for good liquour, bad junk food, and tasteful home decor.
My hobbies include the obvious: writing, reading, and other mundane habits like hot baths, half-assed web design, and watching The Office on DVD. I also like to get off on good Canadian entertainment, which consists of indie bands, satire, and poutine.