I was going to write something about how I love new beginnings when they belong to someone else, because beginnings always sound awkward when I write them. Maybe it's because I'm a teenager—we're generally awkward in all aspects, stumbling our ways through school and puberty. Or maybe it's just something I've been cursed with, one of the many distinct flaws I always notice in my blog posts or short stories.
So why don't I start by introducing myself? My name (the one I was born with legally, that is) is Susan Peevy. I like my name. I won't go into depths about where the different parts came from (I've done that before and it took too much time for my liking). My favorite color is purple. I write short stories, poetry, and blog posts galore. I'm also in the middle of writing a novel, which I may or may not share info about on here. I watch crime shows with my parents and play video games with my brothers (well technically one of them is an in-law but I've known him for years so screw that), as well as occasionally indulge in letting my sister make my face pretty. I have problems getting along with other people my age.
As introductions go, I'm pretty sure this one was crappy, but I'm sure my parents would be thrilled if I went into any more detail. [/end sarcasm]
Anyways. My main reason for creating this thing (be it a sweet, sweet child or a horrendous monstrosity) was that I wanted something that wouldn't be clogged up with school assignments and pieces of writing that I barely managed to vomit onto the paper. (I bet I seem like the pleasant type, eh?)
Hopefully something good will come of this, something I can print out and store in a box and take out years from now to wave under peoples' noses exclaiming, "See? See? I didn't just waste my teenage years away!"
At least, not completely.
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