Facing a new blog, or online journal, is very much like the first day at a new school or job. Terrifying. You never know who's going to be watching, if they'll like you and what you say.
I'm very nervous about writing this, maybe I'll just start with myself.
My name is Savannah Eanes.
I'm a 20 year old aquarius with a penchant for junk food, junky novels and junk stores full of junky things.
I live on Vancouver Island, in the comox valley, in a little house on a long street with my fiance. Who is Cody. He's a tattoo artist. Contrary to popular belief, he isn't a biker, he's sober and has the most wonderful way for speaking that makes you watch his bottom lip. Its a thing of beauty.
My best friend is Rudi. We shop. We buy clothes and shoes and things for a dollar that are absolutely useless but uselessly wonderful. She's has these eyes that are as soft as down. Round, and framed with soft, well spaced lashes under brows shaped by a philippine woman named maria. Thick brown hair falls right between her shoulder blades and she wants to get 'betti page' bangs but i think she's a little nervous.
I feel like this post is a warm up. I'm not sure what to write so I'll just describe the people in my life for future reference and then, maybe, if someone reads this they could ask me a question and give me some starting material!
I'm doing this as an exercise in motivation and practice for the book I will eventually write. Eventually. I feel a bit pretentious right now but I think after a bit that will fade away and this will just be filled with anecdotes from my day.
Anything to make you smile
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was
Oh Dear.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010 / 11:27 PM
Facing a new blog, or online journal, is very much like the first day at a new school or job. Terrifying. You never know who's going to be watching, if they'll like you and what you say.
I'm very nervous about writing this, maybe I'll just start with myself.
My name is Savannah Eanes.
I'm a 20 year old aquarius with a penchant for junk food, junky novels and junk stores full of junky things.
I live on Vancouver Island, in the comox valley, in a little house on a long street with my fiance. Who is Cody. He's a tattoo artist. Contrary to popular belief, he isn't a biker, he's sober and has the most wonderful way for speaking that makes you watch his bottom lip. Its a thing of beauty.
My best friend is Rudi. We shop. We buy clothes and shoes and things for a dollar that are absolutely useless but uselessly wonderful. She's has these eyes that are as soft as down. Round, and framed with soft, well spaced lashes under brows shaped by a philippine woman named maria. Thick brown hair falls right between her shoulder blades and she wants to get 'betti page' bangs but i think she's a little nervous.
I feel like this post is a warm up. I'm not sure what to write so I'll just describe the people in my life for future reference and then, maybe, if someone reads this they could ask me a question and give me some starting material!
I'm doing this as an exercise in motivation and practice for the book I will eventually write. Eventually. I feel a bit pretentious right now but I think after a bit that will fade away and this will just be filled with anecdotes from my day.
