1.) My family snoops through my things, so keeping a diary was out of the question.
2.) My hand would get waayyy to tired to write as much as I type.
3.) Typing is more efficient than writing, and quit easier to read.
4.) I like others being able to relate to what I have to say and my opinions. It's nice to be judged on my thoughts, rather than my looks or how I come across as.
and 5.) I need something to vent to without advice, opinions, or being proven wrong. I just want a place to express my own opinions, views and feelings. Is that too much to ask?
Now, here's a bit about myself. A short autobiography, in the least.
My name is Raynie Janelle. My middle name is my grandmother's name. She's a nice old lady at 69. She's a drunk, though, but a funny one, at that. She has eight toes, in all. (She has eight toes because she had some sort of serious infection in her foot that got down to the bone. If she hadn't gotten the toes amputated, she would have lost her whole foot.)
My parents divorced when I was in the second grade. I was around 8 at that time. Trust me, in this blog, I will go on and on about my parents and the way they run things. They're two completely different people. I happen to be a bit of both of them.
My dad lives in Houston, Texas as I live in Midland, Texas. I live with my mother, my 13 year old brother, Austin, 7 year old sister, Haley and my grandparents. (I'll rant about them someday too.)
I'm a sophomore. I'll be 16 on November 8 and, believe it or not, I can wait.
I enjoy being a teenager. I love being in between and adult and a child.
I think logically, but I use my imagination often.
When it comes down to certain situations, I think them through as thoroughly as possible, planning out every single result and consequence of my each and every action. I got that from my mother.
I'm a huge procrastinator. Like right now, I should be doing my literature homework, but, instead, I'm writing this out.
I'm selfless. I promised myself I would never put myself before anyone else in need. If someone needs something more than I do, they'll get it. I think about other people's feelings first and mine last. The last thing I want is for someone to be sad over something I could be able to fix with almost no effort.
Sometimes, my thoughts get to me and I have the urge to write them down. If you're reading this, I warn you now, my writing may not be that understandable. I write how I think. And most of the time, I make no sense when doing so. I'll write exactly what I'm thinking, leaving out important details I know about, but you may not. So, please, try to bear with me. I'll try my best to remember to include the details so you won't be left out.
If you've got any questions, feel free to ask them. I'll answer them in a blog, no doubt. I'm not afraid to be honest. (:
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