I’m Terrible At Introductions

How does one state something about themselves without it sounding too cliche? It’s physically impossible. It’s quite similar to trying to introduce myself without completely boring you to death. Let’s start with a name. When I was brought into this beautiful yet unforgiving world, my parents decided to begin my torture with a name that is utterly ridiculous. Joli-Anne Lyn. Does anyone understand the amount of discomfort I still feel to this day having to explain that my name is not Jolene or Jolly-Anne. It’s Joli-Anne. No, I am not french and yes it is original. I am also aware what it means in French so please do not try to hit on me because my name “made you say it.” It’s truly devastating growing up without being able to have customized pens and magnets. But HEY, at least I’m unique; whatever that means. I was blessedly born in the amazing country of Canada; where my name actually matched with the Prime Minister at that time. No, I am not related to him but thanks for thinking “The Boss Man” was my father. I’m sure I wouldn’t be here explaining to you how my name was pronounced if that were the case. My eighteen years of life have been nothing but mere existence and I am thrilled to move forward with it. Sadly, there is one fault in this plan; my finances suck and quite frankly, I’m not thoroughly ready to leave my lovely hometown of snakes and lions. I just haven’t had enough torture yet. Five years of high school never killed anyone; it only made them much stronger and I’m praying it does the same for me. I’m making this blog to express my views of living in the twenty-first century as a sarcastic, extremely relatable teenager who isn’t quite sure on how life will treat her in the future but is trying to make everything work in her favour. An aspiring journalist never spills her secrets; unless it’s on the World Wide Web, making sure they are always properly sourced.