So, just so you know, this is a real diary. It's not a story made to seem real by posting it in blog form. You'll know because my life is not nearly as crazy as fiction. I am a writer. This is who I am. It is as much a part of me as my arm or my leg. I am not writing this blog to get attention, to be popular, to have millions of readers. I am posting it to share a small, but very intimate piece of myself. So read on, if you dare.
But first ... a few things you should know about me. Just so we get off on the right foot:
-I'm in highschool, and I'm not in Grade 9,10 or 12.
-I have a pretty regular family, with mom & dad, 2 brothers, and 3 dogs.
-I'm a self-declared nerd. Even though in high school people seem to avoid brilliance like the plague, there's something to be said for having a brain and using it too.
-Highschool is not my thing. At all. Hence the title. Sure, I may do well in all my classes, but to me the whole idea of stuffing hundreds of teenagers in a building and expecting them to ignore all peer pressure and temptations to focus on school is -- well -- flawed. I'm not one of those perfect girls—you know them—the ones with the perfectly straightened hair, every mascarad eyelash in place, involved in every single club, sport, and extra-curricular known to man. The only thing I do in school is music. Which leads me to my last point ...
-I'm a music nerd. I play piano, violin, and sing, and I have been since I was eight, five, and forever, respectively.
Oh, and one last last thing ... I'm pretty easygoing ... I get along with most things and most people ... but there is one thing I absolutely cannot stand ... and that is "normal" in all it's shapes and forms. Normal is just a setting on the dryer.
Stay tuned for the next instalment, otherwise known as The Rediculousness of Relationships in Grade 10 and Why I Have Not Had A Boyfriend Yet
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