This blog has been lying around for over a year and I've yet to decide if I want to use it.
If anyone read what I had up before, my sincerest apologies.
I was tired.
Tired?
Yes, we'll go with tired.
I don't know why I'm pressing enter for every new line but I did it and I will continue to do it.
Scratch that, I change my mind. PARAGRAPH FORM ENGAGE.
So, I suppose I should break in this new post with the ceremonial FACTS ABOUT STEPHANIE. Here we go.
I am a YouTuber, film major, introvert, Virgo, used-to-be dancer, insatiable reader, not-so-good writer, 19 year old counting down the days until I leave California. I'm going to a local community college and I'll be transferring to a university next year. And it will not be in California. I'm done with California.
I was born in Sacramento, lived there for the first 10 years of my life, moved to an unknown town up the hill, and have lived here for the past 9 years. I've developed a sort of love for this place over the past few months (or as I like to call it: Stockholm Syndrome) but I know I need to move out before I become too comfortable with the soft lifestyle of a resident of Northern California. Trust me, it turns you into a big, unambitious, amorphous blob who thinks Northern California IS GREAT I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO LEAVE.
I am a product of the Internet. Which is to say I've spent hours upon hours of unrelenting searching and writing and posting and creating and watching and chatting and.....other Internet-y things. Those who raised me have come to accept the fact that their youngest daughter is a pale, somewhat antisocial nerd who has more friends online than in "real life". Oh and I think simultaneously being on page 491 of someone's Tumblr and watching John Green talk about giraffes who love giraffes is a perfectly lovely way to spend a Saturday evening. I think the people of the Internet deserve some sort of award for possessing the strength and dedication of a Spartan warrior if he happened to stumble upon a modern computer. And I do not mean strength as in bulging biceps. We're all skinny-armed, inhumanly pale kids who think Insanity Wolf and Antoine Dodson are the pinnacle of comedy. But we're mentally strong. Or....I don't know where I'm going with that one. Side note: if you ever want to know my actual views on the Internet, just ask.
I have recently entered the mystical realm of being an official YouTuber, and it's freaking awesome. Thanks to some much needed help, I have accrued an audience of 1000+, which is absolutely mind-blowing. I also enjoy the fact that 1000+ people legitimately like my work and think I have actual potential as a future filmmaker. Because 95% of the time, I don't think I do. Then again, I'm extremely harsh on myself. But hey, who isn't.
I'm not wonderful at going into my past for the sake of explaining it, and I don't think it's especially relevant to this blog post. If it comes up later, well we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I have an issue with sharing my personal life with people (Yes, people in general. Yes, I am that closed-off HEY HEY HEY.) so this blog may be sporadic and extremely uninformative at times, but please know that I'm doing my best. I'm more of a listener/reader when it comes to these things. I do not share. But I am sharing. So, yeah.
If I happen to gain a small audience on here, then please know that this entire concept is completely against the Stephanie grain. I love telling people about certain aspects of my life, but I can just as quickly hate it. But I promise I won't bring this bipolar style of writing to this table. I just think that should be known.
Now that I've given you the nonexistent reader an idea of what you're getting yourself into, I suppose I should wrap this up.
Until later, my invisible reader.
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