Blog in progress . . .

Ugh!  I'm pretty sure I'm going to go back to school for computer something (science? programming? graphic/web design?).  I don't know yet, but it really bothers me when I can't figure out how to do something (like design this blog).  Haha!  I rather have everything customized, but I'm currently limited in the tools to do that (go Paint!).  Additionally, my knowledge of html currently goes as far as copy and paste with a few code tweaks here and there.

So explains this blog!  It's a work in progress as I figure stuff out.  It'll probably be some time before I have it how I want it, and I didn't want to delay "releasing it to the public" until then.

Fonts.  When I view my blog, I think it looks kinda awesome.  At the same time though, it's because I installed a new font to give it a customized look for the header and titles.  There's a problem, though.  I knew it wouldn't work because no one else will be able to see the sweet font, and it'll probably end up looking dumb without me knowing it. (Just in case you don't know how to install a new font--I didn't--these instructions worked perfectly on my work computer, which uses XP.  The laptop at home that uses Vista was a little different but not hard to figure out.  If you have troubles, Google search gets results).

Anyway, I'll probably end up changing the font to a boring one (boo!), but one that everyone will be able to see at least.  I want this to be an equal opportunity blog, after all.

Template.  It's funny and kinda dumb, isn't it?  This is supposed to be a blog about being awkward.   Red-monster-guy-in-jeans-grinning-at-you-like-an-idiot-as-you-read:  that's pretty awkward as far as ready-made blog templates go!  Plus, he reminds me of characters from the awkward (but true) stories I'll be sharing.

So that's the reasoning behind the design of this blog.  It'll probably change as I try to not get bored of doing this.  Cross your fingers because I've got stories to tell and paint cartoons to make!  Haha!  I say that like you're actually looking forward to them and that I'm not just doing this because I'm bored and need hobbies.

Completely unrelated:  my sweet tea (yeah, I drink sweet tea now, shut up) has a bunch of white mystery mini-chunks hanging out in the bottom of the cup.  They kind of look like dissolving food pieces or something (likely poison).  It's gross but the tea is tasty, and I don't have anything else to drink at the moment, so I'm going to keep on drinking.  If I am hospitalized shortly, tell the doctor about the white mystery mini-chunks.

-Amy

Go for blog

3....2...1...we have liftoff.  I'm starting a blog.  Again.  This might be number 3 or 4.  I don't know where the others went, and I haven't been good at keeping up with them in the past.  I figure now, though, I have no excuses.  I have a lot of free time.  A LOT.  I'm not in school anymore, so no homework to complain about.  I moved far away, so my social life isn't all that active.  And I have access to a computer during work.  The good kind of access. *wink*

Anyway, there are no excuses not to write, and I think a blog might be a good way to keep people up-to-date on my life.  Those who are interested at least.  And not that they have to be or should feel obligated to know what's going on with me.

So begins the over-analyzing.

I think I'm crazy, and that's partially the reason behind this blog.  My inability to keep my anxiety in check has lead to one good thing:  this blog!  And entertainment for you.  I hope to make you laugh and maybe spark some conversations about situations that I over-analyze.  Since I've moved to Atlanta, I feel like I'm having awkward occurrences on a daily basis.  It could be the southern culture that I'm just not used to, or it could be the fact that remaining jobless for about a year made me somewhat of a recluse.  Well, either way, I'm a part of society again, and it feels different this time around.  Enjoy my stories, illustrations, and photos, leave a comment (or keep it to yourself...whatever), and see how I'm attempting to deal with being totally freaking awkward.

-Amy