How Macaroni Helps Me Stay in School

     Whoa. I just kinda had an epiphany. (I think I used that correctly.)

     I'm just sitting here on my computer, scrolling through Facebook and Pointlesssites.com and other random things that aren't of actual real life importance, and whoa.

     I ONLY HAVE 3 YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL LEFT.

     This may not seem like a big deal, but, what. the. heck.

     3 years?

     That's, like, insanity.

     Shortly after I had a seizure-like realization in my computer chair, I started full-out SYDNEYpanicking.

     You've experienced panicking, but never SYDNEYpanicking.

     SYDNEYpanicking consists of me slowly sinking to the floor on my knees, and, unexpectedly, I flop onto my side and begin bawling. And when I say bawling, I mean snot, tears, the whole deal.

     It's not very pretty.

     I just felt like a total failure. My mind looked like this:

   
     But way worse.

     I had so much whirling through my mind. I was insane. I was never going back to school due to my gross incompetence and horrendous irresponsibility. Not to mention my mind-blowing unpreparedness.

     And then the microwave dinged.

     I was so consumed by my 3years epiphany that I had forgotten about my Kraft macaroni that I put in the microwave 3 minutes ago.

     I jumped up and ran to the microwave like Flash on steroids, pushed the button with admittedly WAY more force than was necessary, and began shoveling macaroni in my mouth like it was my job. That ding brought me out of the darkest place I'd ever been and threw me into a pit of soft bunnies and happy fairies and rainbows.

     I've never enjoyed macaroni more in my life.

Sydney 101!

     Hi, people of Earth. I just got this blog and I don't really know how to begin, so I'm going to tell you some stuff that I'm not exactly sure if you care about, but whatever.

     Here goes.

     I'm Sydney and I'm 14. I live in Illinois. Um I'm writing this blog because I have this really unlikely dream of becoming a writer, for kids, probably. I'm really awkward and antisocial, except on my phone, and I guess I'm "quirky" (which is my mother's adjective, not mine). As of now, I'm the only writer on this blog, so it's just little old me. 

     My favorite blogger is Allie Brosh of "Hyperbole and a Half" (she has a blog on Blogspot and she wrote a book, too. She's pretty awesome.) I love to read, and write, which I guess is obvious. I'm a little bit of a history nerd and an English nerd, so I will probably not ever spell things wrong, or format posts incorrectly.

     I'm also pretty uncomfortable talking about myself for long periods of time.

     So this is awkward.

     All in all I would describe myself as an abnormally large five-year-old who somehow found herself in her freshman year of high school. And she has a blog. :D

     I recently read an article that said that blogging is 20% creation and 80% promotion, but I'm really not sure how to promote myself. If Allie Brosh mentioned me on her blog I WOULD EXPLODE IN A FIERY NUCLEAR EXPLOSION OF PURE ECSTASY. 

     But I don't think that's exactly realistic. (The mentioning part, not the nuclear explosion thing, because I'm 99% sure my body would find a way to do it out of joy.)

     So, this blog will most likely consist of the weird/sad/ funny/terrifying things that my life consists of (and don't worry, I LOVE PICTURES so there will be plenty. Some drawn, some taken.).

     Don't be surprised if my posts get a little intense. I'm a very opinionated person and I have a feeling that my opinions may make some of you question my morale, but I'm a good person. (At least, I try.)

     So that's me! If you have any questions, ask me in the comments. Is anyone even going to read this? I guess I'll find out. :D

          

                                                                             -Sydney