Here I am. An average Canadian teen sitting on her spare in the computer lab with nothing to do, typing away on a keyboard with an overexcited space bar.

Or perhaps I'm not so average. I'm wearing two different coloured socks, a T-shirt with a Rebecca West quote on it ("I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is..."), instead of a belt I'm wearing my kimono sash, and through my headphones is blaring "Brain Damage"by Pink Floyd, to which I sing along to occasionally despite another presence in the room.

Okay, this is a slightly odder day than usual, I must admit. Usually the sash is absent and my socks match. The music I listen to is usually classical or jazz. Even I must admit that my taste in music is odd for someone my own age. Maybe it's the weather. It's been unseasonably warm this winter. It rained yesterday. It's *never* rained here in winter while I've lived here. Never! In Vancouver, yes, but...

Hold on, lost my train of thought. Here it is again! What I'm trying to say is that a few years ago I would never have acted like this. I concentrated on blending in. Now, I enjoy standing out. I enjoy my own oddities. I enjoy being an odd duck, a black sheep. This is who I am and I like it. I'm weird, I'm anti-social, but I'm me and I wouldn't give it up for anything.

Hold onto your peculiarities, everyone. They're what make you interesting.

Sun"There's no dark side of the moon, really. As a matter of fact, it's all dark"dragyn.