The Kind Of Person I Am

I suck at blogging.

I said it from the start - I don't know how I feel about this whole thing. After all, I'm a pen-on-paper kind of girl, and the persistent tapping of my keyboard is far less romantic than the giant, dead-give-away of a callus I've formed on my right ring finger. And please - I have already been told that such a callus should be found on my MIDDLE finger. I hold my pen incorrectly, so what? That's just the kind of person I am.

All of that being said, I'm not giving up. Because that is also the kind of person I am.

So, I'm just sitting at my (currently messy and therefore driving me insane) desk and listening to Elliott Smith, an old obsession I never could kick. And as I slip further and further into depression (thanks to Elliott, of course), I'm imagining that I could put off doing my Italian homework until tomorrow. Suddenly, my dream becomes reality. I CAN put it off, of course. I do whatever I want! Of course, whatever I want (like the concept of a meal, of late) is quite relative, and I may forever be known as a bit of a rule embracer (hard to break those elementary school stereotypes when one lives in a place like Yellow Springs). So, I've decided to do a bit tonight and save the rest for tomorrow, when I will surely want nothing more than to listen to more Elliott Smith and overdose on cough syrup or birth control (the only real medicines in my bathroom cabinet) in an attempt to reach a world where verb conjugations and obscure grammatical exceptions don't exist.

But actually I'll just smile through it all, anxiously and contentedly awaiting the weekend, when I will find a way to reward myself, because that's just the kind of person I am.