Okay, okay, George will do an introduction.
Hello.
That is all.
...Okay, that's a lie. I love talking about myself.
I'm George Elliot Templeton (don't bother looking that up; it's not my legal name), and yes, I do have to announce that beautiful middle name whenever I give my "full name," because George Templeton sounds a little bad. Whatever, though. I'm hanging on to my legal last name, since I think that, as far as chosen names go, picking my own last name would probably be the most pretentious thing I'd ever done. I already chose Elliot as a middle name, after Elliott Smith, so I think I'm set for pretentiosity for pretty much the rest of my life. Unless I marry the girl I'm dating right now, in which case I'm going to take her last name, so that my initials can be "GEE." Because who
doesn't want funny initials, you know?
Anyway, I'm seventeen, and I am learning to drive! Just another thing I'm awesome at, I guess. Or not, considering that I could've been learning to drive for the past two years and yet really only started
trying to learn, like... Two months ago. I get to drive my mom's car, though, and it is
nice (that's not hers, but it's basically the same--a pretty, blue '99 Saab 9-5), so I'm glad I waited until her dilapidated 1990 Ford Taurus kicked it. Poor thing... It was a hand-me-down from my late grandmother, and my mom's second Taurus. Not her best car, and not the safest piece of crap to learn on; it had this problem where it stalled out at, for example, stop signs, and while turning. It also... Well. That's probably enough about cars.
Anyway, I'm finally going to graduate from high school this year, which means that instead of writing an introduction I
ought to be spending this time filling in some college applications. I'm applying to
Case,
Mary Washington,
George Mason,
UVic, and
Dalhousie. I think. Probably, anyway. Which... I mean. That's a lot. I was going to apply to
Pitzer, but the deadline is the first, and I forgot to ask my guidance counselor to do the SSR, or any of my teachers for recommendations... Sooo... Yeahhh... Not that you guys all needed to know all that, but I figured it was
more similar to actually filling out an application than, you know, ignoring it. My dad is actually standing near me pressuring me to get them done right now, so yeah. And also, the list of schools gives you an almost-idea of
where I am, too; that is, I'm in Virginia, just like... Half of those schools. If anybody has any, like, special insider info about any of them (such as "oh god no you DO NOT WANT to go here it is so horrible don't even bother" or "The cafeteria food is delicious"), I would love to hear it, but, you know, whatever.
I keep a
Word Count Journal, and several elljays, although I'm only linking you to
one, and I do have a Facebook that I'm
not about to link you to for, like, the hell of it. Which... Yeah. I am
so close to being done with my WCJ. 25 more days, and then I'll get to start over from 1 again--phew! One word is
so much easier than three hundred forty-one, you probably have no idea. Some of you might. I don't know who-all is on WCJ here, but it's a great exercise. It starts out feeling like, "Seriously? Four words?" that you quickly realize is harder than it sounds, and then there's a point around 150 where it gets
really easy, and then a while after that it gets to be a chore, around 250 or so, when you're writing for what feels like for
ever. It's cool, though. I love it. And speaking of things I love, I did
NaNo for the first time this year, and cranked out my 51233 words of horrible nonsense about nothing, which ended in zombies. I let my girlfriend read it, and she said the only
horrible thing was the pacing (it has that very NaNo feel, that very obvious, "What do I feel like writing today? Maybe today's five pages will be about... Cooking dinner! For 2000 words. Yeah, okay. Oooh, or maybe I could skip through this whole week of important plot in one page because I don't feel like writing it!") but I really don't believe her.
Hers, on the other hand, was pretty much amazing. AND she finished like a week ahead of me. I could have killed her... Except that, just like NaNo, I love her.
That's an interesting segue, but I'm going to just kind of go with it. I am indeed dating a fantastic girl, although she's not "really" a girl... It's a little complicated, and you might understand it or you might not, but she's more of an androgyne than a "girl," although she does take female pronouns. The part where we turn into a
really interesting couple, though, is the one where I tell you, for no particular reason, that she identifies as a lesbian (despite the not-really-a-girl thing) AND is cool with dating me, even though I take male pronouns. Or funny Spivak-based pronouns. He/Him/His or E/Im/Is, pleaseandthankyou. No matter how girly I'm acting, or how automatically you assume everyone on the internet is female. I do that all the time is why I add that last little bit... It's not a huge deal, but I get She/Her/Her enough in the real world to snap at anyone who does it on the internet, so just be warned, okay?
We're going to make another nice little leap here, and I'm going to tell you that, as a rule, I hate everyone and everything. "I hate [insert word here]" is pretty much my favorite phrase, and I use it all the time. You should just know that if I say "I hate [thing/group/etc]" and you happen to like/be a part of that thing/group/etc, I don't
really hate you. I just like to say things like that, because I get annoyed easily. "I hate all pedestrians" and "I hate everything that moves" are common phrases for when I'm driving, while "I hate people who talk" and "I hate idiots" (often in conjunction with "All people are idiots") are common on the internet. I also often wish aloud for the robot or zombie apocalypse ("Can't we just... Kill all humans?"), although rarely the regular apocalypse, since I'm not so keen on the Rapture happening and all that, so just... No matter what I say, I probably don't
really wish you were dead. I mean. Probably. Depends on my mood.
Okay, yeah, I'm tired of this. Sorry you read all that; it's really long. 1148 words. Too many.
Anyway.
Yeah.
Hello.
That is all.
INTRODUCTIONS.
hmph. 
