My first blog post! Ah! What can I say to make you like me, to make you want to read more? How can I possibly show you how smart and witty and insightful I am in such a short amount of time? What if my words are misconstrued and my meanings manipulated?
I'm probably overthinking this.
Let's start over: Hi, I'm Sam. I've been writing since I was tiny. I'm not so tiny anymore, but I'm not very big either.
I'm 20 years old and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. All I know is that I like to write things, and people have said that I'm good at it.
Unfortunately, I don't write very often, but I hope to remedy that with this blog.
Introductions can be boring, so I wanted to do something different. I decided to interview myself.
[Note: The following is a piece of satire, inspired by this interview between Lena Dunham and Mindy Kaling and the ridiculous line of questioning women in the public eye are subject to. While not 100 percent accurate, or serious, I think it embodies the things I strive for in my lifestyle, my wardrobe, and my beauty regimen.]
Arriving 15 minutes late, Samantha Yee slides into a booth at a charming brunch spot in downtown Berkeley and begins apologizing profusely for her tardiness, "I'm so sorry! I was having a heated discussion about Dante's Inferno and the human experience with a homeless man across the street. Have you read it?" I shake my head no. She purses her lips in deep thought. "Maybe that's for the best." I wonder what she means, but I don't push her any further.
Among a sea of college students in hoodies and jeans, Samantha certainly stands out in a crowd. She is wearing a long-sleeved button-up leopard print blouse, a black lace midi skirt, a pair of strappy black heels, and a flower crown made of large red roses that perfectly match her shade of lipstick. Heads collectively turn at her presence. [When I point this out, Samantha assures me that this phenomenon is due to people catching a whiff of her patented signature scent. "The smell of bacon does that to people," she deadpans, before bursting into laughter. "It's probably the heels. You don't see too many people wearing them around here, with the hills and everything. They probably all think I'm crazy."]