Sometimes I wonder what you all think of me. I mean, you’re taking time out of your day to come here and read my random ramblings, but do you ever think about who I am? What my life’s really like? Whether you’d be my friend if we went to the same school? Maybe you find me odd. Or you could just be coming here to laugh and make fun of what I say, as I know some people do.
Sometimes I wonder who you all are. If you’re my age, older, or younger. If you’re male or female. If I know you. How you found my blog.
Funny story time:
The other day, I came home from school and started going through all the tweets I had missed throughout the day. All of a sudden I saw one replying to me.
FROM DAVID PENUEL.
As in Fake Joe.
Of THE FAKE JONAS BROTHERS (http://www.fakejonasbrothers.com/ )
And the best part?
He’d read my blog. And my post about them. And thanked me for it.
It almost beat meeting Elmo in my weekly highlights.
So yeah, I wonder if you’re Fake Joe, a blogger, a journo, a student, a check-out chick, someone totally epic, or maybe you’re a criminal or a general epic fail.
I don’t know.
I know that if I ask you to comment, nobody will and I’ll end up with a sad post asking for comments and getting none, so I’m not going to do that.
It interests me though. For all you know, I’m a fifty year old obese man, with nothing better to do than pretend to be a teenager weirdly obsessed with the Jonas Brothers and magazines, and yet, you still read.
If you think that,
then I really want to know how you found me out, but you know, we can talk about that over some kinky webcam then I’m sorry to let you down. I’m just an average fifteen year old girl who loves to write. If you went to my school, chances are we wouldn’t be friends. Unless you know, you love the Jonas Brothers and hate sport as much as I do. Actually, both of those are optional, but intense love of things aimed at people much younger than you and/or a love of HP is not.
One reader told me the other day that she wished she had my life because it was so interesting.
I’m sorry if I’m giving you the impression of an interesting life. My life honestly is as boring as anything. Most days the highlight is having the canteen lady get me a chocolate milk without me having to ask, because she knows I get one every day. See how interesting that is?
Other days I spend eight hours on here.
If I’m lucky I’ll go to the gym.
Or on really exciting days, the supermarket *gasp*.
I blog because it lets me find like minded people. People who allow me to tell the stories I do on here, come up with the post ideas I do, @ reply to on twitter and comment on their blogs to fill in the long hours between school and sleep. It also lets me get my writing and ideas out there, and even though most of the time it’s terrible, sometimes I strike gold and get opportunities, like appearing in DOLLY earlier in the year.
For all I know, you guys are really the fifty year old men, but lets face it, you’re all way too epic for that. I’ll never even know most of your first names, but today, for those of you who don’t know it, I’m going to sign off with mine. We may never get to meet, and the only words you ever read of mine may be this, but it’s something, and I thank you for taking the time to be a part of my (extremely boring) life, and hope you continue to for as long as I keep blogging.
ps. ew. My name looks so gross there. Maybe I should just write gg? So sticking with frangipani princess, anyway.