Now, Let Me Introduce Myself

I would like to take this opportunity to introduce myself:
My full name is Madison Raye Wathen. Back in the day, when it was cool to make fun of people using spin offs of their last name I was referred to using variations of 'waffle'. Madison Waffle, Madison Waffle House- or simply, waffle. You know, I've always considered myself lucky, since you couldn't make Wathen into something creepy and perverted, and besides- I love waffles.

I'm sixteen years old. No, I do not have my license yet. Have a chat with my mom about that if you'd life to know more. Ugh. But anyways, I'm sixteen going on seventeen (tehe.) and it basically sucks. I say this because I really am an old lady at heart, and the greater good of my friends have graduated. This makes getting through these last couple years of high school rather excruciating.

I find that I am a rather quirky person, and since I enjoy lists as opposed to full paragraphs full of unnecessary details, I will provide you with a list of examples to further your knowledge of thy quirkiness:
- I never use the first page of a notebook. It's bad luck. Seriously.
- I say seriously a lot. And by a lot, I seriously mean a lot. Seriously.
- I refer to everything as creepy. Even if it's not. That's creepy.
- I think washing pants after every wear is such a waste of time and water and laundry detergent. So, I don't. Ew, gross, I know. Shhhh.
- I love trees. Not only are they green, my favourite colour, they keep me breathing. What could be more pleasant than that? Oh, and they're easy to draw.
- I prefer the English spelling of words, you know: colour, favourite, grey... so on.
- I am borderline obsessed with Bob Dylan.
- I know every single line to The Incredibles, Monsters Inc., and Mean Girls.
- This list could go on and on, but I am bored already too, sooooo MOVING ON.

As you should be well aware, this blog is entitled 'An Awkward Self- Existence'. I believe I should specify what I mean by this before
I write anymore blog posts, for readers sake of course. By awkward, I do not mean socially awkward. I'm really not. I am completely capable of completing everyday tasks and talking to strangers and such without awkwardness. By awkward, I am referring to those little occurrences that I seriously think could ONLY happen to me. That there is no possible way for these things or these thoughts to run through anyone else's mind. I am writing this blog for my benefit really, in hopes that someone is reading it and saying to themselves, 'WOW, I thought I was the only one...' Any if you're not relating to the subject being discussed in any way shape or form, then I hope you just feel plain awkward, mister.