I'm Special...

It's been a while since I've written anything.  So here's a big sorry to all of my fans (there are probably five of you...or less).  It's not from a lack of time, I've just kind of felt empty on the blog-writing front lately.  My cousin Sophee told me to write about swimming but other than the fact that I smell like chlorine all the time and swimming with teenagers is very entertaining there's not really enough to write about on that front.

Last week I was thrown deep into foreign territory, far outside of my comfort zone.  Someone made me the center of attention by thrusting me into the middle of an impromptu art show.  If there's one thing I don't like, it's being the center of attention.  My aunt, the perpetrator, says I need to get used to it if I'm going to be an artist, but it's hard for me to take all the attention in a room full of people I barely know or don't know at all.

People who don't know me very well think I'm a really quiet person who pretty much never talks.  People who know me well know that that assumption is only about 10% true.  I'm not much of a talker sometimes because when people I don't know ask me questions my mind goes blank and I get that deer in the headlights look.  I panic.  I don't really know why, but that's what happens.

When I'm around my friends and family everything changes.  I become this crazy weird person, in a good way.  I'm very fond of goofing off.  It's my favorite thing to do with my friend Caroline.  Our version of goofing off isn't normal, though (Ha, normal goofing off).  We talk about epic pigeon choirs and beards with magical powers and give people weird nicknames.  We laugh uncontrollably and enjoy riding the bus so we can listen to other people's conversations about vegan hair care (whatever that is).  We're not typical twenty-two-year-old's in any way shape or form.

There is at least one true conclusion that you can make from this: If I'm a weirdo around you, I've become comfortable enough in your presence to seriously be myself.  If I'm not a weirdo yet, give it some time and I'll get there.

Wow, this post was really short...and there were no pictures.

I'm a strange person.

Oh, wait, here's a picture of me and my cousin's being weird:

And I just really wanted to give you this:

DALI LLAMA!