Although I’ve kept a diary for the majority of my life, I never once
imagined I’d one day be baring my soul for all the world to see. Yet
here I am. Truth be told, I have no idea what I am doing, nor do I know
what exactly the point of this blog is. I’ve never been good at keeping
with themes, so expect to find a hodgepodge of thoughts, photos,
tutorials, etc. My life is nothing exciting or special, in fact it is
painfully ordinary. Perhaps that is what makes it special. You be the
judge.
My name is Sharise. I am 25 years old and currently work as a nanny
for one of my siblings. I spend my days caring for a 7 month old child
when I, myself, do not want to have children. I obsess over almost
everything and have a lot of quirks, which I have been told are
(usually) charming. I am often compared to Zooey Deschanel’s character
in New Girl. Yes, I am that girl. I am the youngest of four
daughters. I love every animal on Earth, except all species of Hominidae
(not including humans). I just don’t like them. I adore all things
vintage, especially fashion. I spend too much money on clothing and
beauty products. I have more useless, random information in my skull
than anyone I know and I love it. My boyfriend and I have been together
for over six years and have known one another for nine years. We are one
another’s first and only loves. We are Cory and Topanga. It’s okay, you
can be jealous. I flip flop between speaking like a true lady, a dirty
sailor, and a valley girl. I like to say it keeps people guessing, but
really I’m just weird. I am extremely guarded and rarely put my trust in
anyone. I have zero qualms about telling my life story, including
topics which may seem sensitive. People often think I have “let them
in”. I haven’t. I am supremely competitive but rarely outwardly express
it. When John Mayer sang “…But she’s just like a maze, Where all of the
walls all continually change…” he was singing about me. No really, he
was. I could ramble on like this for ages, but I won’t.
It’s nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy following my attempts to become a little less… mediocre.
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