Seventeen
I am Seventeen. No, not seventeen…but Seventeen. This is probably going to become some stupid recurring joke, like a mini-rerun when I run out of uh…material or something. But hey, you get that, right?
You know, (yes you do) the number of people who begin self-profiles like this with “I don’t know what to write” is common enough to seem almost cliché. But when that happens, it’s not so much unimaginative as it is either the truth- or a scapegoat. When you’re actually aware of that and still do it, that’s when you’re just being plain old lazy.
Cos you know, I don’t really know what to write.
What am I like? Male, striking- the kind of handsome that makes you smile inside and out, bladed wit, philosopher, master of all but none, 1337, founder of all knowledge, immaculate humour, awesome… So, there’s a hint of likelihood that perhaps I’m prossably not precisely quite that great. Maybe.
Realistically though, you might still get to like me a little. If the writing I’ll be doing is anything like writing blogs, then it’ll be easy sailing for me, and mostly satisfying reading for you. I tell you beforehand though- there will be rants (Blogs? Posts? Yeah, rants, pretty much) that are not your daily dose of sunshine where I’ve had a miserable/tired/soggy(?) day. But hey, you get that, right? Riiight! Of course, most of the time I’ll try to be smileful and probably random. “Happy fun happy!!! Hahahahahahaha.” You know, even throw in a mini-game or something. Here’s one right now: Guess my favourite number! There, you enjoyed that right? “Fun happy fun!!! Hahahahahahaha…”
Something I’ll ask a favour of all of you. If you ever see me make a tyop, inform the crap out of me. I hate finding out I’ve mispelled some one letter word half a week after I’ve made a post. It’s like staging a model-shot and discovering later that she/he had banana peel in their teeth. I’m not so much a spelling/grammar Nazi, but it’s nice to look clean. And, use over-gratuitous commas, brackets (or ‘parenthesis’), trés pointless acçented wôrds, and itallics and \/\/0+3\/4.
doG, maybe I really should have just left it at “I don’t know what to write…”
Seventeen writes every Friday. (Yeah, right). You can contact him via the comments below. Alternatively, you can send an e-mail to cardboardhouse[AT]gmail[DOT]com