So this isn't my first blog, but since all my friends and family seem to be using blogspot & I've never been much of a trend setter, why not jump on the bandwagon. I've used xanga in the past, so if you care to, or you are really bored, or you are procrastinating homework, feel free to check it out at http://www.xanga.com/alissatall.
I can pretty much guarantee that there won't be lots of great romance stories, no kids saying cute new things, no anecdotes of my grand adventures. I don't have cute kids like my cousins, I don't have boys in my life like my friends, I'm pretty much just me. Alissa Marie. I love my middle name. It is a really common middle name, but that also means it ties me to other people. I'm never been particularly fond of my last name, Short, because of all the lame jokes that follow since I'm 6 feet tall. I also know, or rather hope, that someday it will change, but I will always be Alissa Marie.
There are other names that identify me as well. To Erek, I'm Lucy- for some reason he associates me with I Love Lucy- always saying "Lucy, you've got some splanin to do" in a really bad Ricky Ricardo voice. I don't know how it started, but it stuck and I love it. To some I'm 'lis or 'lissa. Familiar, close, loving. I once was Weesa to Danny when he couldn't say my name yet. I miss those young innocent years. I've been Allison, Alicia, Alisha, and many others as my step brothers- especially Brandon- tried to learn my name. While a rose by any other name would smell just a sweet, the word rose has meaning because of its representation. I don't know if that makes sense, but what I'm trying to say is that there isn't anything in a name, except what that person makes it.
Anyways, this is the first of many freakishly long posts to come. My thoughts are often unorganized and random, but that is part of what makes me Alissa Marie.
6 years ago
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