My shell

So today I tried to call my mum (yeah yeah) who is in NZ, but instead of talking to her I had a pleasant time chatting my grandma- until she realized who I was. Yes, today my own grandmother forgot who I was. In her defense, I do have an aunt who I am supposedly named after living in NZ, but does that mean I have an accent?
Whatever the case, this brings up something important. I am not that person everyone remembers, I'm actually the opposite. At least it's the case with people who are more of acquaintances than friends. So I really need to step out of this "shell" you might call it, and really let my personality shine. I know that sounds cheesy but I'm serious. I guess this might come from being the youngest and hiding behind my siblings, but if I'm going to make it in this world I really need to break out of that. This is all easier said than done, but I promise I will make more of an effort to speak up and make myself known. So one day someone will say, "Do you remember Angela Wesley?" and that person will reply "Why yes, yes I do and she is awesome."

What's in a blog?

Ok, not that anybody reads my blog, but ever since I started this I never know what to write about. I feel that this blog should bring out the witty and creative side in me...but it hasn't happened yet. So if it doesn't bring out those particular characteristics, I should at least give depth to each entry. So I leave this to you, my faithful readers-whoever you are- do you have any suggestions??

i've succumbed

As if I don't have enough things to keep up with, I am officially a "blogger". Yes I have finally decided to do this. I figure it could be a way for me to unwind when I have nothing else to do, or want to express myself in one way or another. Anyways, this might become addicting and it may force me to get rid of some other accounts that I maintain. We'll just have to wait and see!