The Welcome Wagon

I really don't expect one, so this is for you. WELCOME TO MY NEW BLOG!
I'm excited. I really want a new opinion on my stories. I hope you're someone I don't know. Not to be mean. But the people I know tend to lie to make me feel better. And that's not what I want. So please, read it all and enjoy.
There aren't many things you need to knwo about me. Currently I'm fifteen. I'll turn sixteen on July 20, 2011. I'm going to be a junior next year, but I'm not telling you what high school I got to. I will tell you that once I graduate, I plan on going to a college on the East Coast for a Creative Writing degree. After that I want to live in Boston and write novels for a living, and go to EVERY SINGLE Red Sox home game. I'm obsessed!
Right now, I read almost a book a day if I feel like reading. I write every day, at least three pages a day with the old-fashioned method of a pen and a thick notebook. I have blonde hair and blue eys with a habit of changing colors. I'm tallish and I'm not telling you how mych I weigh! I wear really thick glasses, and almost always sport jeans and a simple shirt, mostly with smart-alecy sayings on them when I have a chance.
I'm kind of anti-social. I really don't like people much. But I have a circle of close friends who I absolutely love, and they love me. I wear crazy clothes sometimes. I painted myself purple this year. Completely, hair, skin, clothes. I pretended to freak out whenever anybody mentioned it. So you can tell I'm eccentrc, and just the slightest bit crazy, which I believe most writers should be. In other, better words, “Many people hear voices when no-one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up on rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.”