So what do I say? I am getting flashbacks of writing "story of me" essays for new classes in high school. For some reason at least three of my high school teachers had us write that essay. And I got so sick of it. So I would write stories instead, thinking this story will tell a lot more about me, and be a lot more interesting, than a "My name is Annie, I am the fifth of eight children, I grew up on a farm/inn." Oh my god I'm already bored.
So what do I say on my about me? Seriously, the pressure! I know when I find a new blog the first place I head is there "About" page. I want to know who they are, if they are funny, what they write about. If I am not amused by what I see there I most likely will not continue on to the rest of their blog. So I HAVE to make a good impression. And that scares the hell out of me. Why do I care so much?! I want you to love me. I never thought I would care whether or not people like to read me. But now, I want you to love me, to think of me, to be on the edge of your seat waiting for my next post. Mostly, because I love myself, I think I'm awesome. You should obviously think I'm awesome too.
My biggest problem is how to start? I have all these one liners - but no beginning. "I write a lot about Madic who is my head-like-a-bowling-ball best friend with whom I am moving to Austin because he convinced me that I can wear my cowgirl boots whenever I want and I never have to trudge through 3 feet of snow again!"
"Since I graduated from high school I have lived in the Dominican Republic, Martha's Vineyard, Rhode Island, London, Copenhagen, and now I live back with my parents which is... well it is."
"In the past five years I have actively pursued these careers: preschool teacher, hospitality, nursing, nutrition, a doula, editing, and at this moment I would like to be a florist."
"My mother just smiles at me every time I tell her where I want to move or what I want to be when I grow up."
You're asleep aren't you?
Also - what the hell do I write about? My grandparents - my mother - Jesus - tequila - wine - my family - tequila - wine - London? basically whatever is on my mind (wine). But how do I explain that?
I can't take this pressure!
Maybe I should have a couple glasses of wine and then write it.
Or maybe Madic should write it?