Here we are again...once again trying to find the motivation to come up with something witty, the courage to say something horribly shocking, yet true, and wondering if this counts as productivity when I've got a half-made couch and fridge upstairs waiting to be completed so I can live like a normal person (you know, the ones who have fully-functional couches and fridges in their apartments!)
The truth is, I'm not particularly witty unless it's 5 minutes to late, I have nothing overly shocking to say today, and whether I'm productive or not, most of what I start eventually does get finished, even if in a rather roundabout way. And I must admit I was slightly disappointed that this blog challenge didn't come with an opportunity to pose for a bunch of pictures in a sports bra and a long velvet skirt, make fun of my hair, and be the ultimate anti-Barbie princess. I hope a later opportunity comes along.
I've been on Xanga since I was in college. It started out as a way of just telling people what was on my mind about things going on in my life. Then, I realized that just because I'm writing a rock opera doesn't mean my everyday life is absolutely fascinating. So I started writing about whatever ideas happened to be floating around in my mind that day. Strangely enough, I sometimes feel like I'm still here so I can comment on other people's blogs, even though I love writing my own when I feel like I have a good idea.
So you probably want to know what I'm made of, besides carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and METAL! As my name suggests, I'm a singer, and I'm kind of kooky. I sing in a symphonic metal band called Legend's Ghost.
When I was a kid, I saw the world differently than other kids, which led grown-ups to thinking there must be something wrong with me. One incident I remember particularly well was being told I didn't understand the concept of space or had a depth perception problem or something like that. I asked my mom why she thought that. She told me about an incident when I was about 5 or 6 years old when I was supposed to run through a set of three cones in gym class in school. There were three lines of cones, so more than one kid could run through them at a time. Being a really spacey sort of kid, I was probably thinking up a really cool story to tell at dinner time when the teacher was giving instructions. I just remember seeing all of the other kids running through only three of the nine cones and wondering what was wrong with them. I tried to think of a way to run through all nine without repeating any. Boy, was everyone going to think I was smart! When it was my turn, I proudly started running through the cones the way I'd planned...only to be chased down by the teachers and told I was doing it wrong.
I think that day, the teacher called my mom and told her there was something wrong with me. I remember getting various tests that didn't make sense to me at the time, and no one ever being able to figure out what was wrong with me. Maybe because there wasn't anything! (I really do believe some people are just different, without having to have some sort of diagnosis to explain why.)
Throughout my life, I have seen things differently than other people. Sometimes I feel like I have to keep quiet if someone wouldn't understand why on earth I'd feel a certain way about a certain situation. But now that I'm a grown-up, I've channeled that into music. I'm a total theory geek, and like to see what I can play around with and put in my music. And even if people don't always understand my music, they do seem to like it! And even if someone doesn't, so what? I've had a hell of a great time creating it!
And for those who are curious about what I look like:

And what I sing like.
Now that we've got that out of the way, go to suggestivetongue's site and vote!
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