If only it could be defined how hard it is to start a new blog.
It starts with picking what your blog will be about, from talking about your day (nyeh), complaining about your roommate/neighbor/boss (also nyeh), telling the world about the behaviors of your fat cat Skippy, or just random thoughts that cross your head through the day.
Once settled on a topic, the task is then then tediously sorting through millions of name ideas until you find one that's suiting of the topic and at the same time, catchy. Half the time, that catchy blog name is already taken and belongs to someone who posts there once a month, and you think at them, "You don't deserve to have that catchy blogname! I could do so much more! Nyaaaaahhh!" Okay, so maybe not everybody does that, but it's crossed my mind a time or two. X]
After that, it's all a matter of keeping on top of the posting, the hardest part of all. With that...
Greetings.
I am Claudzi. Claudzilla, Cloud, Claudie, whatever. What makes me special? I have the ability to hold more songs in my head than an iPod. What's even more special than that? My million-song database brain takes all the worst opportunities to make my life hilarious by giving it theme music. Thus, The Hundred Songs In My Head was born, a place for me to record the songs that flit their way hither and thither through my brain throughout the day, and the resulting hilarity in my mind that ensues.
So to start this blog officially, I'm going to supply my staggering zero readers with a ten-fact list about me.
1. I am a starving college student at a party school, though the parties are the last thing on my mind, since the education here is cheap, and I needed inexpensive knowledge. References to my classes and my classmates should be rather common. X]
2. My place of residence is a dorm-room that makes me feel like I've gone back in time to the sixties, complete with ancient particle-board shelving, desk, and closet units covered in false oak, and old red brick walls barely covered with drywall and white paint. It is kept at a constant fifty-eight degrees, because I'm terrified of anything with more than four legs, and I figure, if you get cold, put on a jacket. End of story.
3. My passions are music and art. If I'm not jamming out to music (in my head or otherwise), I'm probably off in a quiet place scribbling in my sketch journal.
4. I love to write. With my imagination, I like to create entire worlds, and describe them using only words I know. To me, good writing is like creating art with words. If a picture is worth a thousand words, wouldn't it be great to find the thousand words to describe it?
5. My sense of style is questionable. I'm the kind of person that can't decide if I'm going for trendy or unique, and thus, my strange combination of main-stream style and semi-gothic apparel have brought me to be a one-of-a-kind fashion hybrid, and I'm not sure if it's a good thing.
6. I am accident-prone. I have acquired almost every injury possible to get without actually breaking a bone. Despite my obvious disaster-magnetism, I continue to partake in everyday adventures that lead me to even more injuries.
7. I am a short ginger. Leprechaun? No. Just short, because of the short-genes of both sides of my family, bringing me to a whopping five-foot-three, and ginger because of my mother, who is as adorably ginger as you can get.
8. I hate reality. I don't deny it, I just hate it. I find it rude of my brain to taunt me with exciting scenes of fantastical places and fantastical people having fantastical adventures only to wake up to the mundane world full of cranky people living monotonous lives.
9. I love food. Nothing makes the Claudzi happier than sitting down to a good meal with people she loves.
10. People entertain me. An excellent pastime of mine is to go to any populated public place to people-watch and try to figure out people's quirks.
This is me. Just an ordinary college student with an ordinary(ish) life and a Hundred Songs In My Head waiting to play.
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