Day 1

In my unoriginality, my friend Cassy and I decided to take a 30 day blog challenge. I'm already a day behind. Ha. Oh well, none of you really care anyway.

Day 1: Introduction, recent picture, and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

I already created an introduction to my personality, my blog, my life...it's the first blogpost on here. So, don't be lazy (or do, I don't care) and go back to read it.

UGH. Recent picture? How is this relevent to my writing? OBVIOUSLY a mom created these prompts. But, hey, I'm feeling cooperative today. HERE. Enjoy it, brat.

That had absolutely nothing to do with anything.

Anyway, back to the prompt.

My 15 facts:

     1. I really hate writing facts about myself.
     2. It irks me to think I'm not as original as I'd like to be. (Hello, I have a blog...)
     3. I quite honestly love running; I just can't do it.
     4. Whenever I see moms jogging together, I want to throw rocks at them. No, I can't explain these emotions.
     5. This has taken me 15 minutes to come up 5 FACTS!
     6. I'm impatient.
     7. I miss debate.
     8. If I had the option, I'd sleep at school.
     9. I love music. Duh.
     10. In my humble opinion, you shouldn't complain unless you're perfect in the subject you're complaining about. In other words, I'M the only who's allowed to complain!
     11. I'm sarcastic. Embrace it or go away.
     12. I have a "minimalist personality".
     13. I spend more time planning for my funeral than my wedding.
     14. I love devouring delicious books. (No, I don't actually eat them...idiot.)
     15. I spell the "wrong way". ie: colour, favourite, centre, etc. (It drives my mum and Socratic teacher INSANE.)

Just so you know, having to create this post has put me in a really bad mood. But...then again, everything makes me mad.

Let's Start from the Beginning...ha. No.

Introductions are for people who have nothing better to do with their lives. As for me? I strongly uphold the idea of jumping right into everything, grabbing life by throat and demanding a regurgitation of time. Why do we need background checks when the past is gone? Why do we need to introduce ourselves? I liked things in kindergarten when it was okay to be yourself and people liked you for who you were, not how grand your About Me square is on Facebook. I shouldn't complain, at least now it's a competition of who's the most original. Before it was all about who was the most normal…how bromidic. If you demand an About Me piece, I don’t have much for you: I love music, I love cultural art, and I’ll probably call you dumb if we don’t share the same vocabulary. Despite my intolerance for incompetence, I love you.

I hope you’re satisfied. You’ve managed to squeeze the last bit of normality out of this crooked soul.

If you’ve come across this mild tangent I so pathetically call my life, congratulations. You’ve come as far the common ant crossing a side walk, what seems like such a long trek is merely two feet. Besides the fact that you’re reading this and somewhat feeling insulted by my ostentation, I hope you enjoy the fact that sometimes Whit just Happens.