First Post/Why everyone should own an overly large scarf.

This is my first post. Let's all be excited about it for the next five seconds. Ok, starting... now.

Five, Four, Three, Two, One. Were done.

I follow a couple blogs, though not officially, and have always thought they were interesting, but I had never really considered having one for myself. But with some encouragement from my homie Haley (after I creepily admitted to reading her blog), I have started one.

So, in honor of my christening into the blog world, and in honor of Haley's encouragement I am going to tell you all (aka my zero followers at the moment) something I think is very important to know about me:

I SHOULD NEVER BE LEFT ALONE WITH A WEBCAM.

(i bolded and italacized that... it's THAT true.)

This tuesday, when I should have been studying for my biology exam, I instead decided that I should skype attack everyone who was online.

Skype attack: (verb) when you call someone, and as soon as they see you on their screen, you do something weird like scream, or some dance moves, and then hang up.

Now, I decided that my weird thing would be to call people wearing a turban. Random?? I know. That's just part of my charm I think.

My turban obsession started about a year ago during cheer practice. You see, I was not what one would call very, uh, studious at practice. Instead of learning cheers or dances, I would walk around and distract everyone with my imitations of cartoon characters- Mr. Crocker from Fairly Odd Parents was a favorite of mine- and my other antics.

So one day I was wearing a scarf- a big scarf.

And somewhere through the course of practice it had ended up wrapped around my head.

So me, weird old me thought "Wow, this is the coolest thing EVER." And on this particular practice we were in Coach Sharp's classroom.

Coach Sharp's classroom= stapler, tape, paperclips. Aka, some sort of device that would hold my scarf in place so I could wear it like a turban while "learning" the dance.

I walk over to Sharp's desk fashion myself the turban, and casually walk back into formation.

It was only a matter of seconds before everyone had noticed, and wala!, I distracted everyone on the team...yet again.

Sharp couldn't even be mad though because it was so funny.

So, back to present day. Me. Bored. Out of my mind. In my dorm room. Looking for any sort of distraction from the cardivascular system i was taking notes on. And somehow that magical scarf ends up around my head again.

I look up on my computer. I see the camera. I look down on my toolbar. I see the Skype button.

You can probably figure out the rest.

When I told my friend Haley about this activity of mine, she assumed I was drunk. I wasn't.

This is just what happens for me when I have a scarf and a webcam.

I am surprisingly good at entertaining myself. I was no longer bored. No, in fact I was more energized than ever.

Till we meet again....