Post by sparta on Mar 15, 2012 22:44:53 GMT -5
sparta alexandros koufidakis
GRADUATE, TWENTY FIVE, CRUDE, FATHERLY, WOMANIZER, KENNEDY BROCK, HARTFORD
birth to eight years old
for starters, i was born in greece. athens, greece to be exact. i lived there until i was eight years old, but we'll get there. i was the second child in my family, after my brother icarus. my parents named me sparta because it's a traditional greek name. kind of embarassing, because girls are usually named sparta, but hey- still a bad ass name. i guess the meaning is simple and frugal, which is pretty cool, too, except i wouldn't consider myself simple. anyway, i grew up in athens in a six bedroom house with a beautiful view. i was raised in greek and english, because my parents always knew there was a possibility of moving to the states someday, which happened when i was eight years old. my dad was a notable politician in greece, a statesman. when he got the chance to become apart of the greek consulate in new york, as a consular officer, he took it. sure, it was tough on my family, because moving across an entire ocean with one eight year old, one six year old, and one four year old was obviously difficult. with the help of the greek government though, it was done and in the course of a year, we were settled into a home in hartford, connecticut.
nine to seventeen years old
being raised up in the language of greek and english proved to make our lives a lot easier in the united states. of course we were still different from the other kids in school, because we were still foreign and we still had weird accents and we were still raised differently then everyone else, but we still had something to relate with the other kids, and that was a shared language. luckily, titan had barely started school and fitting in was easier for him. sofia hadn't even turned five yet and didn't have to worry about making the other kids like her. my dad lived in new york half of the time, seeing as the consulate was the reason that we moved to the states in the first place. however, my parents wanted us to be raised in somewhere friendlier, where we could be raised without too much corruption. i don't know if new york would necessarily do that, but connecticut seemed better at the time. icarus and i, even though we were the weird foreign kids, had an easy time making friends. i joined football and he took up baseball. we both had flying colors in school and usually had the best grades in our classes. i played football throughout elementary school, junior high school, and by the time high school got around, i had a gaurenteed spot on the first string football team, as a wide receiver. i don't want to toot my own horn, but i was a pretty popular kid. not only on the team, but among my peers. i didn't do it on purpose, but girls were interested in me and boys wanted to hang out over the weekend. overall, the usa proved to be just as homely as greece.
eighteen to twenty four
i graduated high school apart of the top of my class. if i wanted to, i could have attended yale, but i felt like i would be much happier somewhere else. i wanted to be somewhere where i was surrounded by my kind of people, somewhere bigger, somewhere louder and more fun. connecticut, even though i loved it as much as greece, was not that place. with a little research, i found out that los angeles would be the place where i would be happiest. i attended the university of california in los angeles and played on the football team there, as a wide receiver. i was first string throughout all four of my years, which apparently was rare. college wasn't very eventful, besides football. i had a couple of girlfriends here and there but for the most part, i liked to keep my relationship status open. i liked to be free of limits and without lots of relationships, there were less complications. i kept my grades up, just like in high school. i had to in a way. if my grades sucked, then that meant no football. football, at this point, became a lifestyle.
after i graduated, though, i felt like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. even though i loved football, i didn't want to be in the nfl. i didn't want to go professional like i was told i should. i didn't want to play football for the rest of my life, even though i loved the sport. not that i need to say it, i didn't continue to play after i graduated from high school. that didn't mean i didn't want to hllave anything to do with football. i chose to teach it. not in a school or anything, but in a league. i figured it was a good way to keep in touch with what i loved, so that's what i did. that's how i made a living after college. i had a major in management, but i figured that i could use that as a back up. after all, i loved football- not business.
after college i also met my best friend. it was a kid named audio, and i like to think that we bonded over the ridiculous uniqueness of our names. he was a recovering addict. i guess he was into some pretty hard drugs, but i didn't judge. audio wasn't the only person in my life though. i had a girlfriend that i was pretty serious was. she'd met my parents when they visited and visited greece with me. she met my brothers and my sister and my grandparents even. needless to say, i thought i was going to spend my life with her. however, after she cheated on me, we broke up. with a little help from audio, though, i got through it. with audio, i also decided that i wanted to move home. not greece-home, but connecticut-home.
audio and i bought a condo in hartford, however i wasn't there when he bought it. i trusted him to make a good decision though, and from the pictures he sent me, he apparently did. about a week or so before i was to make the transition from la back to hartford, though, my ex contacted me with what seemed to be a very apologetic and sincere sorry. i believed her and my plans to move changed. i was with her for about five months until she cheated on me a second time. we broke up again and all i wanted to do was get out of there. i called audio back to los angeles and he rushed to my aid. once again, though, about a week before we were scheduled to leave, my ex crawled back to me, pleading. me, being the sucker i was, forgave her and restarted our relationship.
for the next seven months, i lived with audio in california. no, not my girlfriend, because i didn't completely trust her, but i still loved her. i felt bad, stealing audio away from his life back in hartford. from what he told me, though, there was nothing that he was missing, so i didn't feel that terrible. after that seven month period ended, though, i found that i was cheated on a third time, and you know what they say about three times, right? i decided i wasn't going to sit around and wait, so the day that we broke up, audio and i stayed up til five in the morning packing up our apartment. by march, i was back in hartford.
now
now i'm in hartford, where i think i belong. i don't have a job at the moment, unless you count working in my mom's veteranary clinic a job. i don't, because it's my moms. i've saved up enough to be able to support audio and myself for at least a while, until i get a real job. my mom promised she'd support us to the best of her ability as well. by that she means that she'll support us just enough to keep us from becoming dependent on her. fair enough, though. right now, though, i'm just working on becoming used to connecticut again. it's different from los angeles, just like la was different from connecticut and greece.
NOOOOO
HI IT'S HANNAH
