Hello, my name is Sam, my blog is about Awkward.

So, this blog is really about awkwardness. I understand that most everyone experiences it to some degree or another; I've lived it at a whole 'nuther level. So I pick up on it like a magnet in a kitchen appliance store, and I've decided to let this part of me not only be, but be celebrated. Kind of like the model with the gap teeth... don't fight it. Make it your thing.

Alright, world. I'll make awkward my thing. I will own these shenanigans.

See, there was nothing really going to prevent it. I was born the youngest of four girls, and I had a hell of a time getting here--I had jaundis, no big deal I guess, except also had a big ol' cleft lip that put me in about 10 surgeries before I could fully accomplish puberty, and THAT makes a dent in your normalcy if anything does.

I was born to extremely loving parents, thank GOD, but my adorable parents are also pretty much the exact opposite of every aspect of my personality. This creates a bit of, shall we say, tension? during the wonder years, and of course maintains ramifications into our adult silver years. I grew up with them pastoring their church in north hollywood for 14 years, (yup--I'm a PK), and hand-me-down clothes from my sisters who are 7-9 years ahead of me, making me about 7-9 years totally out of fashion's graces for like, always, up until high school when I put all of my money towards clothes, ha ha. (That habit has since never changed, unfortunately). I also grew up being that slightly awkwardly smart kid, which was totally acceptable up until middle school, so I dutifully stopped doing well in school right around 8th grade. And another one bites the dust.

The strictness of my household, as well as the overall formality and politeness with which we regard each other, lends to most of my awkward behavior--most especially when it comes to my awkward behavior with dating... (but that, THAT is something for another blog. Probably the next one)... I mean my mom still acts shocked if I pick my nose with my foot and yell profanity at the table--crazy, right? I know!

In any case, I felt like I give a sketchy background of why I'm going to start this blog, other than the obvious reason that I'm deliciously bored on my vacation, and hope it gets fun around here. Cheers.