Ah...Hello.

I suppose an introduction is in order.

Well, my name is Kiah (pronounced Kai-ah) and if you're reading this you probably know me and a lot of the things I'm going to mention. This post is primarily for the lurks out there in need to all this information. (For what? I have no clue. A lurk is a lurk is a lurk.)

I was born April 2, 1993 at a hospital in the city I live in now. Maybe I'll get a little personal--I was born with a not-fully grown right ear. Weird, I know. At least that's how my mom put it. I came out sucking my thumb and holding my right ear (now that I think about it, that must have been painful for my mother). I guess the reason for the non-growth was the pressure I was putting on it. By the way, the ear was still attached to my head. It was just flat and stuck out a lot. When I was five I got that little thing fixed. The doctor put a bandage horizontally around my head which stayed there for one or two months. I don't remember it much, but I remember it was a pain for my mom to do my hair. Literally, a pain. All she could do is put it into a high ponytail and she is not a weak woman. I'm surprised I don't have a receded hairline because of the whole experience. My fifth year of life was a changing one, now that I think about it. I got braces then, too. But not the kind for your teeth. No, this was a metal plate attached to the roof of my mouth that, when cranked, it stretched my jaw out. I'm positive they called it 'braces' is to make it sound more friendly and to confuse you. You know, because 'jaw-stretcher' is just a little too literal and imagery-inducing. I didn't have enough room for all of my adult teeth. I'm sure it was a painful experience but all I remember about it is sucking on a Fruit Roll-Up. The thing got stuck to the roof of my mouth. So I spent the whole rest of the day salivating because of the fruity fake goodness stuck in my mouth. I couldn't eat it--that was what bugged me! I wanted to so bad...

Is it weird that the only moment I remember that involved suffering with the ol' jaw-stretcher is not being able to eat a Fruit Roll-Up?

Moving along, I'm someone who rapidly goes through phases. All throughout my childhood I always had a different dream. In kindergarten I was going to be a journalist. Grade one: a singer (I could sing back then, apparently). Grade four: a professional soccer player. Grade five: a computer hacker. Grade six: novelist. Grade eight: actress. In those phases and aspirations I had mesophases and microphases, such as my anime obsession, attempts to learn Japanese, as well as my butch phase. However all of that has shaped me into the girl/woman that I cam today (except "I'm not a girl, not yet a woman...").

Today I still want to be an actress but with an even stronger drive. I love fashion and music and movies. But I am also very interested in sports and health too. I'm a little too passionate and over-the-top. Sometimes my life is like a soap opera (in my head), but most of the time it's like a sitcom. My family pisses me off to no end, but I still love them. I like boys (and men...) but have never had a boyfriend nor my first kiss. This doesn't bother me much--I'm selfish and do not like to be touched. I am easily influenced by the things around me yet I still have a mind of my own. I hate eat and sleep even though I need both. I have a short attention span and am very spontaneous. I like last minute switch-ups. I went through a time that I was too cocky for my own good. What followed was a time that I was too self-conscious for my own good. It's leveling out now though.

I think that's enough about me for now.
I'm not entirely sure what direction this blog will take on, but we'll see when it happens.

Okay, the end. You can go back to your life now.

Kiah