Long-winded Introduction

So I have almost started a blog on a few occasions but I always find myself setting up an account on different sites and then staring at my page repeatedly but never writing anything. Half of it is that I don't know what to write, or how to get started and the other half is that I don't want people I know reading it. However, in saying that, I have similar anxiety about people I don't know reading what I write. I guess that's just what happens when you post something on the interwebs - it's just there for anyone's perusal.

However, today, I have, decided to finally do this - write on my blog. I am going to anonymously submit a piece of myself for anyone to read. So if you are reading this, you are one of the few who has chosen to witness the genesis of my blog. I would do backflips if I wasn't so cool.

I guess I should start with an introduction of sorts. First off, I am doing this for me. The name is not important, neither is the age, but I am from the sprawling metropolis of Calgary, Alberta. It's a lovely city on the west-side of Canada that is known for its unbalanced weather. People who are not from Calgary often complain about the weather, particularly focusing on how cold and inconsistent it is. Personally, it is one of the things that I enjoy most about Calgary. I love when a beautiful, hot summer day randomly bursts into a hard rain or hail storm. I love the chaos of it all; the cars moving slowly on the road, people running through the streets trying to find cover as quickly as possible, the look of helplessness on people's faces, as though that particular surge of angry weather might actually be the apocolypse.

A list of assorted randomosities about myself would include: I love cereal. If I could eat cereal for every meal of the day I probably would. I love autumn. Something about walking through leaves and feeling them crunch under my feet makes me happier than almost anything in the world. One such thing that would be comparible to how happy I feel when I'm crunching leaves, would be watching or petting dogs. 99% of the time I have gum on me and underneath the smell of my perfume, I have been told that I always smell like a pack of gum. The gum is somewhat of an addiction, similar to my addiction of lip gloss. I know it's a girl thing and I really hate that it is because I don't like being thought of as the typical girl, but an addiction to lip gloss does seem to come with the territory quite often. Another one of my girly indulgences is that I absolutely love 'Sex and the City'. I can't help myself. Somehow it helps me feel better even in my worst moods. I don't know what it is about that show, but I love it. I have been told that I'm quite odd. Which is true. I know I am odd but it's just that I do what feels natural, with little thought about how I look to other people. I enjoy singing, whistling and talking to myself, which people apparently find outrageous! I am also flakey, visciously indecisive, and I rarely commit to things unless I feel 100% that I want to do it or that I am going to do it.

For hobbies I like to read and I like to do art whenever possible. Creating things makes me feel useful and it is a great outlet for me. Painting, drawing, or whatever I feel at the moment. I spend a lot of time pondering as well. I like to drink tea and I like to ponder. I know it doesn't seem like a hobby, but it feels like one. Whenever someone asks me what my hobbies are, I really want to say, I like to spend a lot of my time pondering. It just doesn't translate very well somehow and ends up being misunderstood. I also like to attempt to psychologize people; by which I mean I force them to talk to me and gripe about whatever is going through their mind at the time.

Other than that, I am a complicated individual...but I think we all are. I just don't try to simplify myself to accomodate other people. I am who I am and if you don't like it, then fuck you man. That's about it for meow.