Names are irrelevant and mine is too long anyway. I was born outside of the US. I moved to the US at the age of 3. In elementary school I was ESOL (English as a second language) student of the week almost every single week. I picked up English quick. We used to be poor and then suddenly we weren’t anymore and I know now to love everything. My mom is convinced that everyone is out to get me, rape me, then kill me. Consequently, she’s overprotective. She makes more money than my father and he feels emasculated and deals with it by..actually, he doesn’t deal with it. My boyfriend is 6 foot 4 inches and loves me more than I deserve. I grew up in an upper middle class suburb. I am a student at a college with 35,000 other people.

I made a blog because I like to type up the shit I think about on word documents and save it under one word titles. For example, the document titled “phone” is six to seven sentences long and discusses the concept of “hanging up” the phone and how that phrase will soon be obsolete because no one has wall phones anymore. Each narrative/rant/anecdote/story/ramble/whatever has it’s own word document and this has resulted in two to three hundred word documents with titles ranging from toilet to Tupac. A blog seemed like a great idea. We’ll see.

Also, I rarely sleep at night and am terrible at social niceties.