Hi, my name is Anna. I have many nick-names to replace plain ol' 'Anna'; I've been given the nick-names: Monkey, Anna Montana, AnAn, Ansterdam, Hamster and my personal least favorite Anna Banana.
What's wrong with Anna Banana, you ask? It's incredibly common. I believe we all have a certain uniqueness and differences that we have been blessed to have. I think I could use a more creative nick-name than Anna Banana. Yes, I do like bananas, but I am not related to them whatsoever.
I'm writing this blog so I can express my 'oddisms', my life is far from normal.
"We are all different, but there's something kind of fantastic about that." -Fantastic Mr. Fox
Let your life be different in this world of Raining Bananas.
More About Me:
Myself. It has no definition to me. Myself is a word describing yourself; there can't be one description of a million 'myself's. Myself is a name you call yourself {duh}. But the description of yourself is completely up to you, really. My description of myself?.... Well...
I'm not short, I'm not tall, but I'm more short than I am tall. Does that make sense? I sit on boxes. I sleep on beds, desks, and piano benches. I trip over my own feet. I eat food. I drink water. I'm pretty much human. I like fuzzy hats and the smell of pumpkin pie. I like the way little droplets of rain scatter on the windows. I like butterflies. I like chairs. I like stuff.
Chocolate chips make me sneeze but I eat them anyway. I have freakish double-jointed toes that I wouldn't trade for anything. I speak fluently in sarcasm and menu items. I don't fit in dog cages much too well; I can get in there but getting out is the problem. I'm not good at badminton or tennis. I enjoy heights but I'm not too fond of falling. Pictures and actions speak more to me than words ever will; which means I usually prefer picture books.
I only have one dimple - on my left cheek - but I don't really mind only have one. Symmetry and I have always had a problem. Whenever I hang something up it's almost always a little crooked. When everything is straight I get somewhat frustrated with the world. Nothing is perfect so why try and force it into perfection? I'd much rather bask in the beauty of imperfection then try to change something that's already been done.
Converse are my favorite kind of shoes, I go everywhere in them; they're kinda like my feet. I only 'dress up' for special special occasions, so if you want to go get ice cream with me expect me there in three seconds in a t-shirt, jeans, and shoes.
I play soccer, I'm still improving at it. My life is a lot like soccer. Sometimes I take shots I shouldn't have taken, sometimes I do the wrong things or mess up, sometimes I look at the ball and what's happening now with me instead of looking at my teammates and looking ahead. Sometimes I get clumsy on the field. And that's how I describe my life.
Clumsy, cluttered and odd.
And what do I do?
I live it to the most.
I eat and sew and I try new things and jump off of objects and try to fit into boxes that are much too small and attempt to fly and draw and write and eat some more and talk and think and blog.
I'm also not good at badminton.
Or tennis.
I hope you enjoy this blog about my oh-so-clumsy life.
~Anna
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