Sparrow's Reality

Greetings. If you are reading this, I must warn the reader of intense realistic drama, created by the base of a few students in the eight grade... What the crap am I saying!? If you didn't understand a word of that, don't feel bad, I didn't either. Kidding! I wrote it, so by law, I must understand what I wrote, right? I don't know... I'm being a confuzzling buttface today, please forgive me! So, for the few simple-minded folks who knew not what I was speaking of, I'll explain. I was trying to say that this blog will basically be about drama created by a bunch of eighth graders, and to take caution, because it can and will become very intense... I suppose... Judging by my standards it's intense... I dunno about your standards. I mean, if you come from a school where people like kill each other or something, well my schools drama is far cleaner than that. It's just you know, friend problems, Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Crush troubles, maybe a cat-fight or two, but that's about it. Clean middle school drama. Don't worry, people rarely get physically hurt. Emotionally though, yes, we all get hurt. But physically, no, not really. No one dies, don't worry. That would be terrible if one did, but no, no. None of that. :)

Now, I suppose since this is a first blog post, I shall introduce you to myself... My name is Claire but I prefer Sparrow on the web. It just seems cooler, ya know. Claire is my real name and Sparrow is my pseudonym. Well actually the full name is German Sparrow, but Sparrow works for short. Okay so you are probably wondering what the 'German' part is all about. Well I lived in Germany half my life, and I swear to the Universal-Creator that it is the most beautiful place that I have ever seen, at least where I used to live. See, my dad used to be in the military and we moved around a lot. So, I was born in California, moved to Germany, moved to North Carolina, back to Germany, and back to NC. Lotsa back and forth, I know. Yeah, my dad is retired now, so I'm stuck here until after I graduate, which upsets me because I enjoyed moving around and becoming accustomed to new atmospheres... But no, no more of that. I'm stuck here for 4+ years... And the thing is, I don't belong here. This isn't my home. My home is across the ocean in a land called Germany. Which is another subject we must discuss. I am one of the 18.8 million suffering from Severe Depressive Disorder... Okay yeah, I have depression. (It's a mental illness, for those who didn't know.) Depression is caused by an imbalance of neurotransmitters(chemicals) in your brain. But the reason for my mourning is because of missing Germany. It's true, I've lived here for three years, and have only been depressed for less than a year. I guess it just took a while for me to realize that it was gone forever. There is no possible way to get my old life back. It's lost. My hope is lost. I guess, when the truth sparked, when I finally realized, well, that's when my whole world began to crumble. Seeds of sorrow were planted, and gradually, those seeds grew into a mottled, darkened tree. The dying tree. I am the tree. I am slowly dying from the inside out. Okay enough about death. There is the possibility of healing. Maybe someday the burden will be lifted. Maybe someday I can be truly happy again... Someday... It's not only my sorrow I suffer from, but others' too. Every sad story with a not-so-happy ending is forever etched into my heart. That's why I'm a vegetarian. I just don't feel comfortable eating an animal. I love animals so very much. I don't want to eat them. No, no, no! I suppose you could classify me as a tree-hugger too. I'm all about peace and respecting the earth. Other facts about me: I love to write. It's my passion and I will never give it up. I want to be an author someday... Alongside teaching. I want to be an English teacher when I get older. I also love to read, reading is a great way to escape reality. Dreams. My foundation is built on dreams. Like dreaming to escape and all... Get it? Anyway, I'm a total dreamer. Constantly imagining big ideas and such. Another fact, I adore music. I play clarinet, but my best pal is also my iPod. I suck at sports... They were never my thing. Physical description? I have dark blonde hair, reaching my shoulders. I'm 5'3" about... I have blue-gray eyes. Yeah... I'm not ugly, but I'm not insanely beautiful. Pretty. I think I'm pretty. Like an average prettiness, if that makes any sense... :/
Wow, I hope you get a pretty good idea about me, because I've written quite a bit! And if any one's still reading up to this point, thanks. I'm glad I didn't bore you to death by this blog post...

Hope you enjoyed! There is certainly more to come!
~Sparrow