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Hello all. This is Alex, Lex, Lexi, or whatever else you want to call me. I like dancing, singing, acting, and any other type of performing. I play the piano. I have for years. But now i no longer play what other people write. I only write my own music... it just feels better. I love music. It is my passion... i cant go anywhere without it. I have a large poodle named Chloe. My favorite color is yellow and i am a pisces. Yes, I am single. And yes, I am searching.
I was born in Rochester, New York. My full name is Alexandra Elizabeth Scholz. My parents flew the small baby that was me to Sarasota, Florida (who knows why...) when I was a mere two weeks old. I grew up in that boring city, finding amusement along the way.
My first amusement was a boy named Ryan. No, not THAT kind of amusement. I was two! Ryan was my neighbor. He lived across the street from me. We began playing together and soon, we were best friends. Two years later, I was four and Ryan was two. His little brother Drew was born. I dropped Drew on his head (sorry kid! love ya tho!).
My first love was a boy named Justin. He was my preschool boyfriend. I liked him a lot. Or at least I think I did. God I dont know. I was like 3! Anyway, at my preschool, Tech Tots, I made two additional best friends. These two lucky ladies were Brianne and Marina. Both would be around for quite a while.
Somewhere around the age of three I found my passion for music. I attended a summer camp at which I was taught to play the violin, piano, bongos, xylophone, and many other odd instruments. Sadly, the only one that stuck with me was piano. I began taking private piano lessons and loved it. It was a release for me. I was sad, I played. I was angry, I played. I was happy, I went outside and played with Ryan. But anyway, we will revisit my piano playing later... but do not forget that in the meantime, I am still playing.
In my last year of preschool, I was looking for something to do. I was restless, it was hot, and I had undiagnosed A.D.D. My mother, the genius, decided it would be nice to go inside the Ice Chateau to cool off. Little did we know I would fall in love with figure skating. But I did. I began taking lessons and quickly became very good. My first competition proved how wonderful I was (this is my web page. I'm allowed to brag). My mother assured me that since it was my first competition, I shouldn't be disappointed if I didn't win anything. Well, I showed her! I came in second and received my very first trophy. This was the beginning of something beautiful. I competed for eight years total and was obviously very good - I never placed below third and only received the bronze twice. Figure skating lead to one of my other passions - dance. This will also be revisited later.
Okay, quick trip back in time. Somewhere along the way, we were blessed with Prince Leo. Oops, I mean Leonardo Prince Scholz, our black Standard Poodle. He, like everyone else in our family, had his psychological issues. He thought he was human. Don't laugh, I'm serious. He actually thought he was human. I found him one Christmas Eve in a rather large box that a rather conspicuous man delivered to our door before my bed time around eight o'clock (I was young, I went to bed early). He bonded with mom. But I loved him anyway. He was my sibling. I put my clothes on him and pushed him around in a baby carriage. Maybe that's why he thought he was human. I don't know. But when he sat on a couch, even the tallest man in the world, when sitting next to our Leo, would feel inferior.
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Also, later along the line, we located Monet. I think he also came in a box for Christmas. But I think the conspicuous man delivered that bundle of joy on Christmas day. I don't have much to say about him because, before he was a year old, he attempted to sprint across US 41 and was run over by a car. Rest in Peace, little buddy.
After Monet, we needed another dog to keep Leo company because Dad was working (like he always was), I was going to school (yes, can you believe that? I had made it through preschool!), and Mom had a life. Leo was lonely and needed company. One word: Chloe.
Chloe was a Standard Poodle. She was somewhat white. We were told that she was supposed to be apricot in color, but she was the runt in the litter and all the genes weren't quite right. But nevertheless, she was Savannah, soon to be Chloe. Her name was Savannah because she had been rescued in Savannah, Georgia during one of those floods. She was a rescue dog, and not because she did the rescuing. The day Chloe came to us, Marina (remember her? look up in the preschool area if you don't) was over for a play day. My mom came in and said that she and daddy had a surprise for us. I asked for clues and she said, "It's white, small, and fluffy." Well, what else could it be but a BUNNY! Um, we were wrong. We were really wrong. But Chloe, the piddling little 6-month puppy sliding around on my floor, soon became the one who was always there for me. Friends come and go, acquaintances are just kinda there, but your dog will never willingly abandon you.
My love for performing on the stage began when I was seven years old and attended a camp at the Sarasota Youth Opera House. I then auditioned for the youth opera they were putting on. That was Her Lightness. I went to the same camp the following year and did the next youth opera, Ocean World. I stopped going to the camp, but continued on with the youth operas. The rest of the ones I did were African Jigsaw, Pinocchio, and Arabica.
I discovered the Players Theater at age eight. All in all, I went there for six years - five as a camper, one as an intern - , dated a few misfits, and did a few shows. My Players credits include: Sally Brown in Snoopy, the Minstrel in Once Upon a Mattress, and Hortensio in Best Beware My Sting. No, you are not mistaken, the last two are men. I played a man in two different shows. Actually, three - I was the only one in fifth grade at my school who could sing, so I was given the lead role which was a little boy named Jesse.
My education began at Tech Tots for preschool, as mentioned above. After graduating preschool, I was enrolled at Incarnation Catholic School. Well, in like the first grade, everyone in my grade (all 35 of them) decided to hate me. I don't know why. They just did. So I attended that miserable school with the same 35 kids (give or take the lucky few who left and the unlucky few who came in) every year until the middle of the seventh grade. But we'll get to that.
Somewhere around the third grade I discovered I loved to dance. This affinity for dance sprung from my previous figure skating passion.
Back to Chloe. In the fifth grade, Brianne (above... yes, still around in the fifth grade, but she doesn't go to my school) and I decide to join 4H and train our dogs. We do obedience, agility, and showmanship. Chloe does what you tell her, but she has A.D.D. too, so she forgets that she's doing something on command. We didn't get very far in that for dog shows. Showmanship calls for pick-of-the-litter dogs... perfect specimen of the breed. As you may recall, Chloe was the RUNT. Yeah, sure she could prance. But she wasn't that pretty or graceful. Didn't do well there either. But Chloe's thing was agility. You know when you're flipping through the channels and you see the dogs running through the obstacle course? Yeah, that was Chloe. She loved it. Our only problem as a team was that I just was NOT a runner. Agility is based on speed. See what I mean? Small problem. But we entered ourselves in the Florida State Fair anyway for agility. We got second. Not too bad.
Okay. Here we are, the summer before sixth grade. I go to sleep-away camp (Good Counsel Camp) for two weeks with Ryan and Drew (best friend and brother). I didn't understand it - people actually liked me! I made a bunch of friends up there in Inverness, Florida. I decided that something about me had changed and that things would be different when I went back to school the following year. I was wrong. Everyone still hated me and nothing had changed. I began to suspect that I wasn't the dork that I had thought I was. I went back to GCC the next summer for two weeks with the boys again. I decided that it definitely was not me that was the problem back home. I decided to give my classmates one last chance to be nice. They weren't. So I transferred to Sarasota Middle School in the middle of my seventh grade year. ***sob story*** On the first day of school at a public school I had more friends than I'd had in my entire life. I quit the Catholic religion, disowned religion in general, and never looked back on those people. Except for Michael. I'll get there though.
Change of tone... in eighth grade, my parents got a divorce. It didn't really bother me though. They had been arguing a lot and neither of them were very happy. Sure, I didn't like having to move around as much as I did before mom found a house for us, but it was well worth it for many reasons. Mom and dad would both be happier, I would have two homes, and I met Sara.
Sara had also just moved with her mom (and brother) after her parents had gotten divorced. She moved to Sarasota from Atlanta, Georgia. And she moved two houses away from the house mom found. The first day I moved in I went down and introduced myself. From that day on, we were inseparable.
Eighth Grade Graduation found me deciding to break the chain and go to Booker High School instead of the all-popular Riverview. I auditioned for the Visual and Performing Arts department as a theatre major and was accepted the first time.
First day of freshman year... I met all the cool kids. I'm not going to try to name them because I know I can't get them all in there.
Sophomore year was interesting... I sprained my ankle (a one and a half degree sprain) and was told to stay off of it for two weeks. I tried... honest I did. But I was just such a dancer, I couldn't help myself. Yes, I, Alexandra Elizabeth Scholz, am an idiot. Now my ankle is fucked up for good. Smart one, honors kid...
The summer before my junior year, I fell in love. He will remain nameless. We dated for six months. I noticed him changing and left him. I later realized how much I missed him... and still do. But no need to dwell on past relationships. Moving on...
Junior year. A lot happened. I met a lot of people. And Michael? I told ya I'd get back to him... he went to Incarnation with me... well anyway, he took me to prom this year! How cute is that??? He was my fifth grade sweetheart... he bought me chocolates on Valentine's Day. And look how far we've come? He took me to prom. What a gentleman.
Um, now I'm a rising senior. Yeah. It's fun and stuff. Oh, and the piano thing? I think I played for like ten years... but I got sick of playing what everyone wanted me to play, so now I only play my own music. And it's pretty damn good, if I say so myself. Okay. That's all about me. Have a nice day.
Oh, and somewhere around the beginning of the school year I re-met my darling exboyfriend, Lake. We are happily courting and are expecting.. I mean.. um.. yeah.. nevermind. I love him and that's all that matters.
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