I guess this first post is supposed to be the equivalent of that awkward first date with the guy your friend set you up with because she thinks he'd be "really into you," and because you need to "stop watching Battlestar Galactica 6 hours a day." As if. But you know the date I'm talking about: he takes you to an Applebee's so that the obnoxious laughter coming from the tables around you will hopefully mask the painfully uncomfortable lulls in the conversation. The guy would be pretty cute if his nose were a little smaller and he didn't slouch so much, and you kind of regret shaving your legs just so you could wear an itchy skirt. It could've been a good date if it weren't so damn awkward.
So for the sake of my sanity and the freezing skin on your legs, we're going to try and get through this first post as quickly as possible. Let's begin with the introduction: I'm Emily. I'm a 16-year-old nerdfighter and connoisseur of young adult fiction whose obsession with YouTube borderlines on sociopathic. And I'm also quite a fierce Monopoly player. (Tip: Don't waste your time on utilities.) I think that's enough information for now, considering the only person who will probably ever read this is my father. (Hi, Dad.)
The next obvious question is: why are we going on this date? Am I looking for a longterm relationship or just trying to get back in the game? There isn't a clean-cut reason why I wanted to start a blog. It was more like a bunch of tiny reasons. It's like when a rainstorm begins--it never all comes down at once. Instead, there are are a few small raindrops before the downpour. This month, I participated in NaNoWriMo, which if you don't know, stands for National Novel Writing Month and it basically works like this: you sit in front of your computer and go crazy while you write 50,000 words in 30 days. I won three days ago when I reached 50,070 words and a brand new level of insanity. And I realized that I liked writing. I liked it more than a lot of things: hot sauce, bracelets, turtles that fit in the palm of your hand. Then, one of my favorite youtubers, apeckofowls, started her own blog yesterday. She decided that she wanted to blog every day in December leading up til Christmas. I knew that after a marathon like NaNo, I was going to need something to occupy my time with if I didn't want to end up rewatching the entirety of Scrubs on Netflix for the third time. So, being the massive follower that I am, I wanted to do it too. And that about brings you up to speed.
In all fairness, I feel I've got to warn you now: I've only been writing for a couple of months. I have about as much experience writing as a baby has reading Shakespeare. I can't promise to be good at this blogging thing. But hey, if a dog can do it, so can I, right? Who am I kidding? I'll never be as great a literary talent as Stan. But a girl's gotta try.