Heart's Crescendo

I'm blogging entirely too much.

For everyone normal, it would be detrimental and frightening. To me it's absolutely awesome. I am writing CONSTANTLY, which is healthy and perfect for me, the ever popular writer.

I could almost pass for those jaded, cynical, and sarcastic types of authors I so admire. Some days, at any rate. It fits my natural personality... not at all. I'm not jaded, cynical, OR terribly talented at being sarcastic. I am staggeringly and depressingly normal. Typical. It's despicable. But you know.... I'm typical, outfitted with a few key elements:

1) I have a butt-load of confidence.
2) I have mostly received the undivided attention of four caring, intelligent, and creative adults since birth.
3) Writing is one of my gifts. I love to write - my writing loves me back accordingly. I'm a wordsmith.
4) I'm smart. I'm not being pompous. I'm no genius. But I did have an IQ of 135 in kindergarten - according to a test designed for children ages 8-18. It was supposed to increase with time. That's not bad.

So I think that I can convince anyone of anything with my writing. And heck, my English 11 teacher agrees. I am a top-notch BSer and I love to do it.

Oh, man, I was on a good streak last night of writing. Now my head is splitting, I'm hungry, and I can't concentrate.

Wisdom teeth removal surgery SUCKS.

Out.