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Me!

Welcome to Watercolors and Wishes! First of, I would like to say that I have no clue what I am doing, and I think my computer is haunted. It hates me. With a burning passion only found in the dead souls of my enemies. That being said I figure that most of you seeing this already know me, but for those that don't:
My name is Ana, but my younger friends endearingly call me Bob. It's a long story that I'm sure you don't want to hear (or you have already heard it a million times in which case you really don't want to hear it), but if you really want to know why, and it's keeping you up at night, I will tell you. Just let me know.

I am an artist. From painting to dancing to writing to cooking to DIYing, I do pretty much everything. Except glass blowing. Haven't tried that yet, but I hope to remedy that soon. I also crochet! I keep trying to sell my artwork/ crocheted creations, but no one will buy anything. What's up with that? I post all my stuff on Facebook, and everyone says, "Oh Ana, you're such an amazing artist!" or "Those scarves are so cute! I would totally buy that!" and then no one buys stuff. It's actually kind of funny.

I am what my mom calls "a pack rat". Someday all the random junk I collect will finally have a purpose, and saving it for all these years will finally be worth it. My favorite collection is probably my scarf collection. I have 5 favorites, and a rarely wear the rest and they sit in a box at the top of my closet, but they are just so pretty!

Glitter and I have a love/hate relationship. I'm not a huge fan of wearing glitter or sequins, but I love putting glitter on everything from art to cupcakes (seriously, edible glitter! look it up on Pinterest!). I once stole my friends hat and dumped glitter in it, and then put it back on his head. He had glitter in his eyebrows for weeks! :D I have always wanted one of those bedazzler thingies, but I would probably injure myself and never really use it.

I love trees. I really wish I had a huge climbing tree in my yard, but I don't. My friends like to call me a tree hugger  because that's what I do. I walk around parks or the downtown area and hug trees. I also like to force other people to hug trees. I don't think trees get the love and appreciation they deserve. I mean seriously, they convert all your CO2 into oxygen. They save your lives every day. Show some appreciation people. Hug a tree today. Name a tree today. Throw a birthday party for a tree today, bake a cake, and invite all your imaginary friends. Whatever floats your goat.


I do have blue hair. It is my pride and joy. It's also natural, although no one else in my family has blue hair. I think I might be adopted. My parents never tell me anything. They just say I'm special, and take me to my therapist. :D No, I am not punk. No this is not a rebellion (okay, maybe a little bit). Fun hair is the future! My brother says I'm a hipster. I think that if I'm a hipster based on my appearance, so is half of my school population. The other half is gangster, and they keep tripping over their pants.

Speaking of tripping, I'm a klutz. I tripped over my own toe in dance class the other day. My friends laughed at me. Stairs hate me with a vengeance. I fall down them frequently.

So yeah. That's me. I'm sure I will remember something terribly important later. Oh well.


-A

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