I wasn't exactly sure what to type at first, whethere I shoud start into my essays or maybe set the tone with a poem.  But you know what?  I want to tell you everything about everything, all of my secrets.  I want to be the open book everyone thinks I am. 

I can't do that, though.

But I will tell you about one of my stranger problems.  


Me.

I have this, like, inability to get nervous.  I can get on a stage without any reservations, or anywhere else.  I will eat absolutely anything and I will talk to anyone.

Anyone, that is, that i don't get nervous around.


Does that make any sense?  It doesn't to me!  If I can talk to a complete stranger and laugh about it, why can't I say two intelligent words to my own boyfriend without other people around?

I have poems, and essays, and books of entirely intelligent words that I can insert into everyday conversation and have no trouble, except when the other person says, "What the heck does that word mean?"

"Hi?  It is a greeting."  I will say, and they will cock their head like a puppy.

But I have like this, selective dialect-like thing around him.  It doesn't make any sense.


And if you dare attribute it to a "girl-thing,"  I will come to your house and bite you.  Really hard.


So I guess that's about it.  You know my problem. I have it off my chest.  You are probably utterly disgusted with my problems, especially if you know who I am or who I am talking about.


Love,
Lindsay

Well, I guess every great writer has to start somewhere.  And where better to start than at the beginning?  

My name is Lindsay.  I am fourteen, but my birthday is coming up soon.  I like school, but that's because I am good at it, and I have some of the best friends ever.  Chelsea is always helping me out of jams and giving me great advice.  Kristen is a sweetie, and she and I hae become better friends this year.  Ashley is my go-to girl whom I can tell anything to, becasue she won't judge me because she has probably done something worse.  There's Courtney my friends from last year's vocal class.  She is like the only eighth-grader I really talk to, besides Teha and Princy.  Then logically, there is her brother, who I have the great fortune of going out with.  (Despite what anyone else says.)  And i have more than them, but these are just some of the biggest of my life motivators.  If it weren't for them, I wouldn't bother with school.

I like to do drama.  I mean, it's obvious, it is my URL.   I also like to sing.  Right now I sing with the guys in my choir.  I love it.  Choir is the best.

My susistence out of school is my keyboard, the Yamaha DGX-205.  I will go in and play it for hours on end.  I'm not terribly good, but it gives me a lot of comfort because I can play any instrument my friends can.  (I know that's not playing fair!)


I'll talk about everything in more depth later, but this is just a start-off, and the others will be funnier.


Love,
Lindsay