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Why hello. Welcome to this blog. If you're a sane person, I'm sure you're wondering what dinos and ducks have to do with each other. The answer: Absolutely nothing. I thought it sounded cool.

So, maybe you're thinking "Well that's great, but if this is all just going to be random babble, I'm leaving." Well, it's not. It's going to be even worse, an introduction. Horrible, I know. But if you plan on sticking around, then you've got to know me.

I'm a 16 year old girl stuck in a small town in Michigan. I could tell you the general area, but I don't feel like explaining. See, all there is anywhere near here is small towns. Oh, and one city wannabe, where I also live. My parents are divorced, mom moved as far away from dad as she legally could, and it's closer to my school. See, I don't go to school in the small town, I go to school in the city wannabe. Even worse, a Catholic high school in the city wannabe. Yes, I'm surrounded by a bunch of druggies (which is the majority of my class), alcoholics (which is about half my class), and sluts (which is about a third of my class, ignoring the guys. The majority of that group is in the class below mine). Everyday I die a little bit.

Not to worry though! I have an amazing group of friends that I don't know what I'd do without. We are the drama group. No, really. We're all involved in the band, choir, drama, art, or any combination of the four. The only exceptions are my two best friends, and my ex-best friend, but more on her later. So they keep me sane, and we live up to our name with lots of drama. Someone gets together? We all knew at least 5 minutes before it started, we probably set them up. Someone breaks up? Battle lines are drawn over who can talk to who, which are soon erased. There's only 30 some of us. We can't afford to fight amongst ourselves.

I move every four years. No, neither of my parents are in the military. My dad's a doctor, and it's just how it goes with them I guess. Or maybe my dad's special. Anyways, I've lived in two countries, four states, six houses, and three apartments. I've been to two preschools, two elementrys, two middle schools, and one high school. So I guess you could say I don't belong anywhere. Which reminds me, I should probably do this now...

WARNING:
-There will be blogs where you will want to hit me over the head. They will probably be frequently. The content of these vents will include, but are not limited to
-General teen angst (how I hate my mother, prom, best friend issues, etc.)
-Twilight. I hate the series. I read all four of them. That's a week of my life I'm never getting back. If you are an obsessed Twilight fan without a sense of humor, I suggest you just ignore those rants.
-Miley Cyrus. Same as Twilight. That girl cannot sing, nor is she a country singer. As a friend of mine put it "She sings too much about fluff. Country music is not about fluff, there's real issues in those songs" And she is a horrible role model. Not as bad as some, but she's definitely not someone I'd want my kids to have pictures up everywhere (If I had kids that is).
-How I don't belong anywhere. Yes, that comes up a lot, especially when I'm visiting family, friends, or they're visiting. Unless you haven't lived near family in years or lost a best friend due to moving, you won't understand and think I'm overreacting. Just don't say anything if all you're going to say is "Get over it."
-Medical problems. Yeah, I have them. And no, it's not the bs people at my school come up with like having to see a chiropractor, or not being tan enough (sure some people really do need to see the chiropractor like my friend Sarah, but she actually was born with back problems and she swims. A lot). I have Raynaud's disease. I'm one of those lucky few people for whom it's painful. Don't know what it is? Look it up. Think it's not that bad? Try living in Michigan, having a disease since you were 9 that effects 20 year old's, and look at the list of causes. Currently I'm diagnosed with primary Raynaud's, but lately I've been having more problems that point more towards me having secondary Raynaud's, more specificaly lupus or scleroderma.

I guess that covers all the basics. I know I said I'd talk about my ex-best friend, but this really is long enough. Some other time I guess. I know she's going to come back up. She's a point of some arguments with my friends. You'll just have to stick around to find out why.