Fashionably late introduction.

Hi there. I'm Savannah. Yes, like the city in Georgia. No, not like the grasslands. About thirty seconds ago, when I was thinking about the petty aggravations in my life, I decided I would introduce myself to the blogging world. Or, my blogging world...which consists of Ashley Kay. (Hey, Ashley.)

I was born on August 25, 1990. (Do I make you feel old? Just curious.) I was adopted at 3 months of age, raised in a lovely little Christian home...until I was woken up, at the age of 11, to go watch my father die of lung cancer in a filthy hospital. Such an untimely death. (Please don't pity me. Death happens fairly often these days.) --Pretty much the basics, in a nutshell, to the end of the beginning...which rapidly led to the evolution of my character.

My mother, whom I love dearly but often claims I am ungrateful for her. (I am so fucking horrible with displaying my emotions, so apparently I exhibit a heart of Novocaine.) She tries to control who I'm friends with, because she thinks I'm mildly retarded and can't make decisions for myself. Two of my best friends, my most loyal and true friends, she (thinks she) has banned from my life about 3 years ago. To her, I guess people don't change. She doesn't know much about me, in fact, she insists that I am scared of snakes when it is the one fear I don't have. It's a strange relationship, we are such opposites. Speaking of fears, I'm scared of everything. (Except reptiles. In fact, I just collected a few dead lizards as an art project. Creepy? Maybe.) I fear the ocean, I fear the future, I fear heights, I fear death, I fear public speaking, I fear insects...your average phobias. Now, I might have to scratch some of those because I very recently found a way to eliminate my phobias. I turned my fears into fascinations, I am easily intrigued, and I'm seeing the aesthetic value in my fears rather than the negative potential. I also have textural OCD, or something...a nail scratching paper makes me gag, silk makes me cringe...it's odd. To you. It's the norm for me.

It took me forever to be contented with my views, but now I have my beliefs and I stand by them firmly. (Of course, like the rest of us, I'm still full of curiosity and I still seek the truth.) The day before yesterday, I realized I am smarter than my uncle. He's like, 46. I'm generally a pretty conclusive person, and I base my judgments on solid evidence, I can support everything I claim. However, I hate it when people criticize the indecisive, because many cases (for example, abortion) are two-sided and will always be two-sided. I believe that if people learned to accept that some issues can never be resolved, but perhaps compromised, we would be a couple steps closer to peace.

Society is my nemesis, especially where I live. A small, superficial, conservative town infested with ignorance and naivety. I absolutely fucking hate it with everything I have. I have one more year, and I am leaving as soon as I get the opportunity, I don't care what it takes. I refuse to put up with that place for longer than what I have to. I hate seeing life as nothing but trying to survive, I hate looking at society's lifetime schedule: School, School, Job, Career, Retirement, Death. I like to think we live for more than inhaling, exhaling, digesting, and moving. I hate small talk unless I know it can be used to evolve into a meaningful conversation. I like independent people who stay true to themselves, not the kind that conform to society or conform to nonconformity. (I like what appeals to me.)

Now, I enjoy stupid, pointless quotes, I've never found a quote that has actually meant something to me. A guy I bumped into through the interweb wrote something in one of his blogs that pretty much summed up how I feel about living.

"I cannot stress enough the need to live life to its fullest and live it in truth, not to treat life as a long waiting room, because there is no reason to believe there is anything after it, this is the only shot we can be sure of."

-- Aaron. You can view his profile here.

So that was my time killer. I usually feel like a douche for talking about myself, but my response to anyone who feels that way is: Tell me about yourself.