I Sing When I'm Uncomfortable.

I've been known to sing loudly, off key, in public places. This has often landed me the role as the "annoying freak in the back of the room", and I'll be honest, I'm quite fine with that position. I fit it pretty perfectly, I do think.

But yeah, I do sing kind of a lot, which sucks mostly because I can't sing, like at all, but also because I sing songs that no one on earth, or at least in my school, has ever heard of except for me. I sing songs that fit into the genre of "alternative", and most people in my school like pop and rap and other things that make me want to vomit. I've also been known to sing songs such as "I Know" by the lovely Hank Green and "Bread" by beautiful Charlie McDonnell. *swoon*

I really don't sing just to annoy people, though. Although I do enjoy doing that, it's not like annoying everyone on the face of the earth is my life goal. I just sing when I'm uncomfortable. Which is, unfortunately, quite often.

Really, I'm just kind of an anti-social, paste-eating-kind-of-special kid who is always uncomfortable with everything going on in the world.

So if one day out of nowhere you see a nerdy girl with a raccoon hat on singing "I want to be a starship ranger..." slightly (read: extremely) off-key, feel free to say hi.

I want to have the things they've gottttttt

Electric Ukulele...my baby

Today I bought (read: begged my grandpa to buy me one and promised to pay him back) my very own electric ukulele. Her name is Norah, and she is beautiful.

She's amazing. Even when I screw up on her (that's what she said), she still sounds amazing. She is fantastically beautiful in every single way. I might take her to bed with me. Except probably not.

I still need to buy an amp...but she still sounds great without one. But if I do, I might even *gulp* enter in the talent show. MIGHT.

I've already uploaded some music which you may find here. I'll post a picture tomorrow/some time in the near future.

I'm going to stop typing now and get back to playing my new beauty.

I Hate Being Touched.

I like to think I'm a pretty normal person. And by pretty normal, I mean yes I am completely crazy but at least I occasionally sleep. But one thing that is apparently even more "not normal" and "crazy" (just to give an example of some words I hear every single day) is that I hate being touched.

The occasional hug is fine, if not too awkward, and high fives are kind of childish but acceptable. But I don't like being poked or patted on the back or hugged awkwardly or anything.

Some people like to make me feel uncomfortable by giving me extra long hugs and some people (*cough my father cough*) still haven't realize that I hate when they give me hugs.

My dad's convinced that I'm only against his hugs and that I must let my boyfriend hug me, right? That would be wrong. I do sometimes hug my boyfriend, but...not often. I've realized that I'm probably hurting his feelings and I should just suck it up, but sometimes I just can't.

Why does society even need hugs? WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALL THIS TOUCHING EACH OTHER?

Why would I even want to be hugged after seeing this?