Though
I doubt anyone but Mrs. Rigby is ever going to read this, I figure I might as
well introduce myself and this blog.
Hello.
My name is Sadie and I’m a seventeen year old with a fondness for all things
bright and beautiful. This blog is a school project given to me by my English
teacher. The project is this: write a personal blog daily for a month and I’ll
get to skip tests.
I
love writing. I hate tests. It was a pretty easy decision to make.
Mrs.
Rigby suggested writing about every detail of the day, but I think that’s
rather boring, so instead I figured I’ll just note the interesting details. If
there aren’t any interesting details, I’ll cleverly exaggerate boring
situations like girls my age tend to do on a regular basis anyway.
Mrs.
Rigby does like cleverness.
Anyway,
I’ll start off my first blog post by writing about the interesting event of the
day, which so happened to be at the nearby Starbucks. I go there for coffee
every afternoon. It’s a nice place to get a drink and do my homework. I didn’t
have a lot of homework today, so I won’t write about that, but I will write
about the weird guy I saw there today.
He
was probably flirting with me or something. I don’t know any other explanation
for his weirdo behavior. But I do know that he looked as though he specifically
came over to my table for whatever reason. He was dressed weird too. He looked
like something out of one of those English novels they force you to read. Maybe
a Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights, only not depressing. This guy was
definitely not depressing. If anything he was sort of maniacally happy to see
me.
He asked
me if I was excited. When I asked him what for, he seemed confused for a
moment. After a moment, though, he perked up and told me that he must have
gotten the times mixed up, and I’d know what was going on soon enough.
I
asked him who the heck he was. He told me to call him Captain Wonderful. ‘Just
Cap for short if that’s too much’. I told him to fuck off. (Sorry, Mrs. Rigby,
you know I have a potty mouth.)
Yeah.
Complete and total weirdo. He tried to swipe at my coffee mug too, telling me
that it ‘wasn’t in the right spot’. Creep. As if I haven’t got enough creepy
men in my life already.
Each
blog post has to be five hundred words. I’m still short. Maybe I’ll end it by
describing the wonderful coffee I had today. ‘Oh beautiful espresso taste o’er
amber waves of caramel, with whipped cream mountain majesty, all in a pure
white cup…’
Yeah
I don’t have a lot to write about, do I? This is probably going to be a lot
harder than I thought. I may actually have to write some personal stuff on
here. Hopefully my brothers aren’t reading this.
