Friday

Let's not get down on Friday. I'm sort of tired. And it's the Friday after when I was supposed to post this anyway, so I should probably shut up now.

So according to the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, I'm an INTP (Introverted Intuitive Thinking Perceiving) type, or as so frivolously put by Keirsey.com, an "Architect." For the most part, I agree with Keirsey's definition of my type, except that I'm completely useless in arguments. It may have to do with the fact that I never talk, or that I grew up in a household with one and a half English speakers, which I'm quite sure has permanently diminished both my ability to create coherent sentences at a reasonable pace and my confidence in doing such things, but either way I get utterly tongue-tied as soon as anyone throws me the tiniest curveball that I didn't have a precise plan for.

So. I guess this is a blog.

     Instead of diving headfirst into the book review I'm planning, I might as well not frighten off most of my potential readers after their first glance at this thing and introduce myself. On this wonderful Internet, I am Keotis, Chaos Rose/Rising, or Missing Velociraptor, depending largely on how old or unimaginative I was at the time of the account's creation. If you recognize any of those names, please feel free to send me angry letters and/or window-bricks, especially if I ditched a role play at the last minute.

     My interests include procrastinating on writing short stories until the day of our Creative Writing Club meetings, promising my voice teacher to practice and never getting around to it, being angry at myself for not being able to draw better, thinking about getting around to writing that novel that I may or may not be planning, wishing that I had tried out for that play, feeling guilty about not finishing the craft that my friend asked for a year ago, and just generally being a lazy bum who pretends to be smart by raving about relativity theory like I know something.

     I'm the person who sits in the corner and reads the coffee table books during parties. I'm the person who knows most of the answers but never raises her hand because she's not quite sure and knows better than to speak out of line. I'm the weirdo, the doodler, and the one who writes numbers on her hand so she can have lucid dreams. I am a mental astronaut. I am a general of pens. I am an architect of blanket forts. And here, I am Missing Velociraptor. Welcome to the fort.