**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?
