Who I Am. Or at least who i think i am

I used to think I knew myself, my faith, my friends, my athletic ability, my future, what people thought about me. I was wrong, but then again I was only ten at that time. I remember watching the wind blowing through the trees and pretending I was the wind. I used to think I knew what my motives were, but I was like ninety percent off. Right now, for the moment I'm a kid, I watch cartoons, and laugh and am fussy with my food, like to climb on furniture and I have the attention span of a five-year-old; I'm lazy, I don't want to get out of my pj's or clean my room; I'm creative, I love writing, reading, drawing, colours, patterns, fashion and cooking; which brings me to add I'm vegetarian, the smell of meat repulses me, especially raw kangaroo, KFC smells pretty good though, I've only been vego since the end of last year but I really want to stick with it because I love animals; I s'pose it's my caring nature, I remember nursing a lost kitten when I was little (it wasn't really lost though, it's owners went on vacation and we were looking after it); shy, I don't think I could ever say this much personal info to another person so casually, not even my mum. So now I guess you're probably wondering why I'm putting all this out there, out here, on the internet, but sometimes you just have to say something aloud to realise that it's true, to remember why. The only way to find answers is to ask questions. I wanted to start this blog so I could have my own little diary, make some kind of mark on the world, no matter how unnoticed it may be and to monitor my progress, my emotinonal evolution. I like to look back on my old stories, memories and diary entries, but they are usually so childish, I sound so unbelievably annoying and silly, I can't even describe it. This is the third blog I've made, the names and entries in the others just felt so fake. Which brings me to the things I'm not, or don't want to be; fake, as I aformentioned, I don't want to feel like someone I'm not, doing some phony laugh or acting like some kind of stereotype; cold, my hands are freezing and I would really appreciate a pair of mittens; dumb, how come I only just realised that if I was wearing mittens I wouldn't be able to type? (duh, that was the biggest blond moment ever); alone, this sounds kind of dramatic, but like all other human beings I often feel alone, I'm single, never been in love, but one day I will be and don't worry, you'll all hear about it via blog entry; sad, I can't imagine being depressed, last night I was watching an episode of Scrubs and there was this bit where I just could not stop laughing, I'm smiling now just thinking about it and my parents were asleep so I was silent laughing trying to wake them, which ofcourse make me laugh more. Okay, so I've just re-read this and done my best to get the spelling of "believably" right, (though I'm not sure if it is yet or not) and I've added more so you can get a good idea of who I am and whether I'm a lost cause and truly deserved that SA in English last year... So I'll let you mull over this entry, and decide on a scale of one to that-guy-who-can-eat-fire how entertaining my first published blog entry is. And don't worry, I'll be back.