Let's Get Started

With the advise of a dear friend of mine in mind, I have decided to start my own blog. I assume I will probably have no more than three readers, but I don't particularly mind. I figure just a place to write will be very helpful to me.

So before I really start, let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm Lara. I recently began to attend college. I'm a writer and I love what I do, but don't get the chance to do it as often as I wish. And I love playing mind games. Not in an evil, screw-you-over kind of way. But in a fun, interesting way. I spend much of my time watching people and how they behave, and I like to think I've gotten a pretty good handle on the matter. So that will probably have a lot to do with what I'll be writing about.

So, I figure I'll give you a little story from my childhood to kick things off.

In one of my gradeschool art classes, the teacher wasn't exactly what you'd call nice. And neither was the guy sitting next to me. I won't mention any names. But I got really sick of the kid next to me always making fun of my religion, my weight (which used to be a problem), and other things. And we sat directly in front of the teacher's overhead, so he'd always get me in trouble by talking. So I figured I would at least give him an excuse not to sit next to me.

So one day, when I arrived in class a little early, I started playing with some of my school supplies. For those of you who don't know, here's a fun little trick: If you take an eraser from a mechanical pencil, and stick in straightened staples or paperclips, it makes a little spiked ball that (when thrown right) will stick right into the ceiling of the school. I made one of those with my little bit of spare time, and when the one kid came in to sit next to me and saw me throw it into the ceiling, he thought it was THE COOLEST THING EVER. He asked me how to make them, so I showed him. He made three or four and had them sitting on the desk.

A few minutes later, the teacher got up behind the overhead and started talking to the class. Now remember, we sat right in front of her. And I didn't exactly throw the ball straight up... and they don't stay in forever. So when the evil little trinket decided to drop, it fell right onto our teacher's head. That was the only one I had made. But when she looked down at our desk, she saw a nice little group of them sitting in front of the-boy-who-must-not-be-named.

Let's just say she wasn't very happy with him. :)