Wait.......... I think i've gotta redo this

     Seems how this was written like last year, I've changed a bit, situations and relationships have changed, and I think I may have to redo this. It doesn't feel right writing it the way it was, I want to write it they way it is..... I will work on it, leave some the same, but I don't want to leave the old in where the new should be.

B is for Background

**I've been procrastinating on putting another post on this blog because it took about a month to get 1 view for A..... depressing huh?

 (This part may, or may not be boring...and may perhaps be short and not too detailed... but deal with it.)
     I was born in Muskegan, Michigan, now as to why I moved to the sucky state of Maine... well... that is a longish story, the kind of story that is 1). Slightly personal (then again, I don't know too much about personal things...) and 2). The kind of story that grows into... well, let's just say my life story? (and the perfect beginning to a story!) And you really don't wanna hear about that, now do you?
     So! Here I am attempting to tell you about my background...*sigh* I don't know what you want to know... This is the moment I would ask "Well, whada wanna know?" but in this case i have nobody to reply... I do like questions :) (not the police interrogation kind, but more of the friendly interrogation ones.) The are so much easier to answer. Instead of scrambling around, attempting (but perhaps failing?) to find something one may be interested in... oh boy.. and this is when it all falls back to my life being boring. *throws hands up in exasperation* It's time for a snack *mumbles to self* "damn, only been at this for an hour! Just look at this!"
     Okay, juice and graham crackers (God! Do I feel like a 3rd grade girl-scout at coloring club!! - speaking of which, I was never in girl scouts. I did however help my friend pass out cookies... Pfffft girl scout cookies.. stupid concept, great cookies! *wonders if they have girl scout cookies in China or Africa* But, I would -may- join a coloring club if one existed...  I love coloring! :) )
     Alright, background.... So it seems if I want to really write a good autobiography I can't keep things that may turn this into something really good. So I will tell you the secret stuff (shhh! We're all spies ;) ) (Now now, don't go peeing your pants from excitement, XD I can't tell you it all...)
     So, it's about my biological father. Who -to me, and very most likely to everybody else, including his family... well, we all consider him dead. "Wow, that's awful!" you say? Well, no. He's a stalker/pedophile. To me, he's only a sperm donor at most.
     Yes, yes, I can see your eyes widen with awe as you ingest this information. "Wow, this story's deeper than I thought" you think. Why yes, it is. But the rest of it is very personal. Even I know it is, therefore, I polity ask you to stick you nose out of it :)

A is for Alphabiography

**Please note that I started to write this about a year ago, so the time line is a bit off, but even still, it all happened :)


Alright, alright. Perhaps I am a tid-bit of a copier, but this whole alpha biography thing sounds sorta fun! But if you must know, I got the whole idea from this super cool book that I finished not 30 minuets ago. It's called Totally Joe by James Howe.
A few other reasons I have decided to do this is 1). to figure who I really am (yes, yes, I know. How typical of teenagers, right? Always experimenting new things to "figure out who they are" Just be glad it's not drugs, eh?) (but no, to be quite very honest - as I try to be - it is because I am trying to figure out if I am - or am not - a valuable piece to society, somebody who isn't useless and sucks money from the government, and has children too young and causes trouble) - well, I guess that was really the only reason... it just seemed like there was more...
One doubt I have about htis is though is: is anyone really that interested in my life? (because I am totally not keeping this to myself!) I mean, seriously, I'm just a typical American teenage girl; fights with her mom, talkative, prefers to hang out with friends rather than family (real family that is... I'll get to that later...). I mean really, am I that interesting?
Granted, yes, I have had dreamed about writing a complete (or slightly complete..) story about my life. And yeah, I used to brag about it a bit, until my dreams were slightly diminished/crushed (right word here!?) by a couple people.. people let's say.. not really friends.. I just met them (him really..) really.. at a camp (oh boy! *face palm* that reminds me of something else. Something I totally regret!!!) ANYWAYS! - He basically told me my life was boring. In which (then, anyways) I disagreed and attpempted at an argument, but stopped, for a few reasons actually; i didn't want to go into detail with him, and considering that i didn't/wasn't going to, I was only going to look like a fool. And second, we were in the middle of a lake. In canoes. Just think, how ridiculous; a full blown disagreement would look right there. Us in two separate canoes about only a foot apart, sitting there, arguing about how my life isn't boring. When the cold hard truth was, I just dind't have a good enough reason to prove that to him. But really, my life is a bit boring. Certainly not as exciting as a circus or a run-away Ferris wheel... my life is as exciting as an endless child's roller coaster.
So! There's not much (so far after reviewing my letter list that isn't about me.. But what else would one expect while reading some type of autobiography (which is exactly what this is, just a little more organized..) But what I mean is like, it's probally about (as far as I can tell anyways) me and the stuff I like, and who I know, and my slightly dreaded, not-to-advertised past. But like I said, who knows what's to come right?