This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
I was born in small town,
Pleasantville, USA,
Moved to find a different life,
St. Petersburg is where I'll stay.
Found myself a decent job,
It keeps me on my feet,
training for the rest of my life,
with a life saving coast guard fleet.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
New interests I've found by accident,
Starbucks is my cup of tea.
Its complimented by my hooker of a friend,
Whom shares a place with me.
Gabby by day, barista by night,
A modern day goddess.
Old fashioned is how she portrays herself,
Although she's a bit modest.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
Vintage is a place known by many,
Although no one sees it the way I do.
I work my tush off all night long,
And my bosses fail to have a clue.
Different groups of people surround,
Drinks flow and the music plays,
It's kind of like a marry-go-round,
The imagination runs rapid these days.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
Christian
Well, this song was meant to be all about me so I guess I will take it more in depth. I really don't remember too much about my life in New Jersey, well ok maybe I do. I lived in a lake town with five main beaches in three square kilometers. I have a ton of excellent memories from there, some including block parties, memorial day parades, and days at the beach. I loved that town, but my family moved to Saco, Maine when I was nine. I loved Maine and would move back there to raise a family, but who knows where life will take me. I decided to come down here for college because I thought a drastic change in scenery was just what the doctor ordered.
I found Eckerd College at the Boston College Fair and instantly decided that Eckerd was the right place for me. I was involved in almost more than I could handle when I started school; I was involved in ECOS (student council), as a student senator, Eckerd College Search and Rescue, Concert Choir, Ultimate Frisbee, and a full boat of classes. Needless to say, it took time to adjust to my new life and my grades suffered a little. At the end of my first semester my GPA was a solid 1.91. Opps! In order to keep my scholarship I returned from winter break early to attend a winter term coarse and boosted my grade. By the end of the year I realized that nothing is more important than school.
I transferred to USF St. Pete for the opportunity to obtain a full boat from the Coast Guard, but no luck yet. My recruiter let me down. Since January, I have been working for a new and upcoming club downtown called Vintage Ultralounge. I applied there as a bartender, but I have been working my way up from a cocktail assistant since I started. I now barback two to three times a week and I find myself in a better financial position every weekend. Last weekend was my highest money making weekend since I started.
My job enables me to live outside of the dorms and in an apartment downtown with my friend Gabby. I love her to death, but I feel like I get on her nerves all of the time; She is OCD about cleaning and I could care less. She works at the hooker tea company (I left it in lower case because that is how they spell it). If it wasn't for her companionship here, downtown, I don't know where or who I would be living with. Hopefully our friendship will last our year lease and the outcome of the year to fallow will benefit the both of us.
While Remixing the remix, I chose to just lay my story on the page as if I was speaking to someone, never stopping to correct myself if the story didn't sound good or if what I wrote didn't make much sense. I figured that if I was going to tell a story about me, I was going to be a genuine as possible. I had a conversation while everyone else just sat still and listened.
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