So, I know this is my second post today, but I just realized something; I have NEVER introduced myself to my vastly diminished internet audience! Therefore, I seek to remedy that with a proper introduction, accentuated by bullet points (duck!). Actually, they’re not actually “bullet” bullet points. I’ll make a couple of notes.


♫ #1 – Hi! My name is Kristin! (I know that came as a shocker to some of you, but don’t fall off your rocker, I’m not done yet!).

♫ #2 – I have deep deep thoughts because I’m philosophical like that. Hence, the blog.

♫ #3 – I had been homeschooled for 10-ish years, but this year I’m in public school.

♫ #4 – Not sure that I like it.

♫ #5 – I have a strange infatuation with daggers, knives, swords, bows, arrows, shields, etc. If you come creeping in my room, I’m just warnin’ you; BEWARE.

♫ #6 – Whenever I get bored, I post on my blog. You might be shocked at what you read. These are my innermost thoughts, people. The background beneath my actions. The wind beneath my wings. The light illuminating my soul. Feel free to make fun of them 🙂

♫ #7 – I live in *BLEEP* near *BLEEP*, and I go to *BLEEEEEP* High School. (Do you really think I’ll put that information on here? Creepers.

♫ #8 – I play the piano, because I’m classy like that.

♫ #9 – There are times when I may randomly start A.) using a British accent, B.) burst into song, or (most recently) C.) fall asleep on my feet at the first opportunity. That’s what waking up at 5:50 a.m. does to you.

♫ #10 – I can only think of ten notes at the moment. Check back with me later. I’m sleepy.


So now you know something more about this blogger that you seem so fascinated with (or at least, enough to be reading this in the first place. If you aren’t reading this, disregard this entire message.)


♫ #11 – Hang on, I thought of another note: I like using smart words, and I sometimes think of myself and my life in third person, as if I’m writing a story. Is this two notes? In that case:

♫s #11 and 12 – I like using smart words, and I sometimes think of myself and my life in third person, as if I’m writing a story.


I think that’s it. If you want to learn more about me (for some creepy reason), then meet up with me or text me. You can only do that if you are my friend. Hence, the creepers can’t find me. To my creepers; keep on creepin’, my friends.


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