Hello, you should probably know a bit about me, before you start reading my blog. I'm a girl, but I think you can tell that. I live in Canada, on a quite little farm. I'm pretty shy in person, if I don't know you well, and I'm awkward too. You'll be able to learn a lot about me, by my daily blog. Sometimes there will be more than one a day, I guess it just depends on how much goes on in a day. I had a blog before this, but it didn't exactly go anywhere, so I started this one. Instead of writing in my Journal, I decided "why not share my thoughts with the world." Even if this blog doesn't go far, at least I'll be out there with my writing. Basically, this is a blog about my life, there might be some of my poems sometimes. Wanna get to know me? Why not subscribe?
~The Anon Girl
Continuing with the theme of weird things about me that could possibly point to some psychological conditions - I hate birthdays. Rest assured that it's not my birthday. I wanted to write this on my birthday, but instead I waited some amount of time so that no one would know when it is.
Yeah, that's right. I don't tell people when my birthday is. My family knows, since they were intimately involved in the event we're supposed to celebrate, but very few of my friends know. Kristen bribed me by making me a really cool clay rock for my fish tank, so I told her. The only two friends who called were Nicole and Nick, both of which I would have thought would never call. I've seen Nicole once in the past two years, and Nick has been in Pennsylvania for quite some time.
I don't know exactly what it is about birthdays. I just don't like people making a big deal out of it. I hate getting birthday presents (along with Christmas presents), and I hate it when people wish me a happy birthday. All these family members and Nick and Nicole called, and I ignored all of their calls. I didn't call them back either.