Otay...Here goes nothin'. My first ever blog entry.... O so much to get off my ripe adolescent chest. Ooo I'm such a perve- Sorry I was channeling Nabakov (Yeah, that's right, I can read as well). Maybe I should wait a couple Of blogs before I reveal what a head case I really am. Mmmm... Anywho, I hope I'm doing this whole blog thing right. Where to begin? Where to begin? ***…my… (Tenacious -D, anyone?) Who am I kidding? I've got mother fucking (again I hope we can curse, if not, dreadfully sorry Amy, I just love it so much... part of my charm? Haha haha. I digress- By the way Sarah Harrison; I never got to tell you how much I loved your essay mostly because of how wildly insecure it made me... I hate those girls... I am that girl. It was so smart though, I'll tell you in person) miles worth of material I could copy and paste right now...You know what I'll save it until the next blog... I feel too awkward to say it right this second... I'm less insane when I get sleep- I swear
(O and, when I say again, I'm referring to things i said in my bio, yeah... I suck at these things, you know what I'll copy and paste my bio... ok..)
Ahhh... Ok I suck at these personal bio sites. I sware to G-d it took me like a Freaking (are we allowed to curse? Anyone know? I hope so, cursing is fun!! Anyway...) year to figure out how to work facebook. I got the hang of it though- kind of... Anywho, Im really excited about this fancey blog thingy. I'll tell you, at first I was a little skeptical. I thought it was all self important to write about yourself all the time expecting other people to give a ***... I don't know, I figure I talk about myself eneogh, I might as well write about myself. This way if you don't give a *** you don't have to read it. So simple. And I get to talk about myself as much as I want because it's my freaking blog. Yeah, thats right. Who the *** am I talking to? No one. And yet anyone and everyone. Sorry it boggles my mind. And I'm writing as if I'm talking to someone... But noone is here...Hello? Helllooo-ooo? Ok, now might be a good time to admit that I am horribley sleep deprived... I get a little slap happy to say the least. Plus I get too lazy to check my spelling. Ok, thats a lie, even when I'm wide awake I can't spell for ***. Thats why G-d invented Spellcheck. Have I said eneogh about myself yet to qualify this as a lagit. personal bio? O, one more thing. You, and by you, I mean YOU reading this right now, (ahhh so creepy) you should know that I never had a blog before. I've had diaries and the like... but no ones ever read them. I mean, not to say I din't secretly write my enteries for an audience because I did. In fact deep in the very depths of my jewish soal- I wished someone cared eneogh, or found me intriguing enough to steal my diary and read them. (It sounds sad, but I wouldn't put myslef all out there if I din't think most people would relate, so stop being so judgemental, G-d!- FYI- This is what therapists label as being "defensive"; masking our insecurities with hostility anyway...) I'm really not all that sure how I am going to feel when I get my wish. I'm rather frightened. But I do have a comitment to myself and to my writerly morals to try and be as honest as my superego will allow. I do have a loooooooooooooooot to say- as do most people in this world. It is both my hope and my greatest fear (cue the music) that someone takes the time to listen, really listen, and... No, but seriously- I really think it would be awsome to talk to someone who volunteers to listen.O, and here is another awful Dorky confession. Once I decided to do this blog, i couldn't stop jotting down material, I litterly have pages and pages of handwritten entries to post. You can call me a dweeb,that's fine, but you should know that once apon a time this dweeb was pretty badass...