mia.

I haven't been on Blogger lately. Eleven days, if you want to get picky.
Mainly it's because I don't know what to talk about.

No, that's a lie.
I have lots of things I want to talk about. But I feel like none of them are good enough for a blog post.
So I started writing a diary again.

Yes, a diary.
I wrote one when I was in 3rd grade, but I mainly talked about how boys had cooties.
But now, it's actually kind of comforting to write in it.
It's nice to know that I'm the one who's going to read it, and nobody's going to judge me. 

And I think I just need to get over that fear.
I'm always afraid of being judged. Or labeled.
That's why I try to be as different as possible.
So people can't throw me in a bin of people they think are "jocks" or "scene".

I know this is extremely cliche.
So if you're rolling your eyes while reading this, sorry.
But that's just who I am.

I don't really know where I'm going with this.
But in a nutshell, I'm just letting everyone know that I'm back, and I will make an honest effort to post more often.
So... yeah.
I'm done rambling.

because i'm special like that.

I've always been a person who's been fascinated by little, quirky talents.

Like being able to sing the ABC's backwards.
Or juggling.
Or being able to knit a hat for your dog.
Or being able to lick your elbow.

Plus, I feel like that those would be great conversation starters. 

And now my newest quest is teaching myself to be ambidextrous.
Which by the way, is a lot harder than I thought it would be.
I even had to go to Staples and buy the special extra-big lined paper people use in second grade.
I got a very weird look from the cashier.
Feeling awkward, I made up some bogus excuse about how it was for a class I was teaching.
Which made things even more awkward, because I'm clearly underage.
I'm not applying for a job there anytime soon.

So yeah.
That's what is currently going on in my life.
Feel free to tell me what's going on in yours. Especially if it's interesting.
Traveling to Australia and adopting a koala is a good example.

creative writing and my childhood.

Did you guys ever do a writing assignment when you were younger (Like first or second grade) and you had to extend a certain phrase into a story?
So basically, the phrase could be something like "The chicken..."
And then you'd extend it to a story involving chickens.

I was always really good at that.
Whenever we got this assignment, I would go way over-the-top and craft a novel that normally involved humans being eaten, flying things, and a Revolutionary War.
My teacher would never know how to respond to these.

Quite frankly, I think she was a little disturbed.