I’m (sort of) Unique!

I have nothing to say really. But I haven’t written in like 10000 years so i thought I’d give it a go before this turns into one of those situations where its just awkward if I do end up writing something because its been so long… ya feel me? Whatever. As I realized last night while I was writing something else, it has become very apparent that I have forgotten how to write or even think logically in the last week. Sorry, but I’m not sorry.

ANYWAY, SOOOO much has happened in the time since I last wrote anything which is why I think writing at all was a little intimidating to me! There were just so many choices of topics or themes or fun facts to bring up! I got overwhelmed. But then of course I realized that all of those things were really only relevant for like a hot minute and that no one would actually find them interesting when I wrote them. So then I got sad. Rough times man. So I don’t know what to do! As Michael Scott once said “Sometimes I start a sentence, and I have no idea where it’s going I just hope I find it along the way” (something to that effect, to lazy to find the actual quote). That is exactly what is happening right now. I’m hoping that magically, somehow, brilliance will strike and this will end up not being incredibly awkward like the current direction things are taking. Well its not looking good folks. Sorry.

Ok so I guess then what I’ll say is…. um… wait for it…. yeah. ok. ok. ok. whatever.

ImageOk so over the weekend I went to good old RVA for my friends wedding which was really just wonderful and the whole time I was there I was so happy which was surprising because I had literally beenĀ terrified about going down (which is a whole other story… save that for a rainy day). I was also on a mission while I was down there. See, in a moment of insanity I had bid on several auction items for things in Richmond because it was for a good cause and I really didn’t think I would actually win. Well low and behold, I won myself a gift certificate to a wine store (totally useful) and not one, but FIVE passes to the Richmond Museum of Science that have to be used by December 31. Now don’t get me wrong, I love a good science museum and I’ve been to the one in Richmond before and I liked it but 5 seems a little extreme considering I don’t actually live there. So the goal was to use at least one of those passes and my gift certificate while I was there. I’m happy to report that mission accomplished.

The picture above is from the science museum. There was this little computer screen that asked you a bunch of physical questions, like if you had a widow’s peak or if you could roll your tongue and then it ultimately told you how different you were from everyone else who had done that little quiz thing. I was just doing it because I like pressing buttons, but the whole concept was actually kind of cool. Like, I thought about it and just on physical traits alone, I matched 12 out of 100,000 people! Which is both more than I expected and also less then I expected. Does that make sense? No, of course not. When do I ever make sense. sheesh. Anyway, so out of 100,000 people, 12 of us kind of look vaguely similar. Vaguely. But then, take into consideration personality and all that jazz! And then I was shocking myself with the insanity of it all that in reality everyone is so different from one another. No matter how similar you are, there are still 100s of things that make you different from someone else. I don’t know why this is something that is just occurring to me now, but mind. blown. More importantly, what I realized from their silly little experiment was that just as I thought, I am definitely weird and unique. And I am perfectly happy with that. I don’t think I would like someone just like me… it would be too weird. So moral of this absolutely pointlessly long and drawn out story, is that I love being different. Not all the time, but right now it’s ok. I’m going to keep on keeping on with all the weird, cause who else would do it if I didn’t?

I’m going to apologize before I begin….

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I feel like every blog has a theme. And I stayed up literally almost the whole night last night trying to think, what was MY theme? Ultimately the answer was simple, there is none.

Most people write a blog and it is like relevant to their way of life like healthy eating or exercise or photography which is great! If however, I were to write about my way of life this blog might be called “Nights I Spend Watching Netflix Alone For 7 Hours” or “My Idea of Fun is the Library” or something that would just be far too upsetting for a general audience. So to spare the world of trying to read about my love of young adult fiction and binge watching TV series, I have concluded that as of this moment, I have no theme. Totally up for debate though on that one.

Now when I said I would spare you of the unbelievably uninteresting details of some of my daily activities, what I really meant was that you will definitely read about them. But, as a reward I will also insert some of my more interesting topics and most importantly I can share some of the absolutely insane things that seem to happen to me. I may be one hell of an awkward person, but man it gives me some good stories.

So again, this is not a real post which really is starting me off on a great foot here, but I thought I needed to set the record straight before I just wrote about my homeless event planning or petition to “travel for business purposes” or why I should not ever be allowed to talk to other people ever. Things of that nature might be a little off putting to an unknowing reader!

In conclusion (because I was always taught in elementary school to start my last paragraph with “in conclusion”), I suppose this is a warning. Not like a scary warning, maybe more like an apology? What I write will most often seem senseless or bordering on psychotic but at least I’ll do it with a clear conscience knowing I made it clear that this blog is pointless. So now that we are all on the same page, lets begin.