Introducing Me

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Hi, I'm Ren. I've been alive for 14 years now, and I finally have my own “violin”. I'm very excited about this, and generally excited by anything else that falls into the "cute" or "cozy" categories. I learned to play recorder when I was twelve from my teacher named Ricson who taught me and my classmate how to play the recorder. I like quilts. But that's probably because I'm always freezing cold. I LOVE Isabel. That's where I live, when I'm lucky enough to be there. I love the town so much, I sometimes feel like I should just roll the windows down in our car (nicknamed the Tuc-son. Because it's a Tucson) and scream "I LOVE THIS TOWN" loudly out the windows. That wouldn't be weird, right? Every time I try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people. My lucky number always has been and always will be 07. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways, but only when something good is about to happen. I'm a Cancer. I think that means I'm always looking for somethin great. It also means I have a Nutritious-themed birthday party every year. I love bright colors and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I have a collection of ribbons and headbands, and I love them all the same. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I've been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically tall and over-talkative. These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I want to write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that...
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