As an intern for a political campaign, at the advent of the mayhem that is Get Out The Vote (GOTV), sleep is quite frankly not an option. Well, there are couches and tables at the office, but they are occupied. By scripts. And maps. And tape--lots of it.
And so, as my eye-bags transformed into ovals, recuperation is still in the process. It's time that I write again, which I frankly neglected after discovering this artfully organized chaos. It's time to resume developing my own created internal madness--to express, inspire, and influence others.
Re-introducing myself through my old cheesy blog-opener as a reincarnation, here is Margaret as a writer:
Dear Acquaintance/Friend/Stranger/but most probably Mom and/or Dad,
You have arrived at this point because I either forced you to be apart of this absurdity, or your 3 a.m. pointless YouTube search of cute dogs has, somehow, brought you here.
In a nutshell, this is a haven for contradiction and spontaneity, with a slight mixture of sass and attitude from a 17 year old idealist. Or pessimist…or both. One post at a time.
From the most intellectual of ideas to the shallowest “hey did you do the English homework” small talk–and everything in between (well, maybe not anything about math or science, since I will just most likely embarrass myself), this is my canvas. My not-so secret diary.
Unfiltered 98% of the time (sorry in advance, Mom).
As personal as that sounds, I do aim to encapsulate a little bit of everyone’s emotions–through random bursts of sadness, glee, frustration, and confusion. Let this be a realm for the unknown, the fearful, and the unconventional: a celebration of being human. Just guys being dudes. And loving it.
Please, I beg of you, enjoy the ride.
With love,
Margaret