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             Hello World!! This is the first post of this blog. Lucky for the (0) people reading this, they will have the satisfaction of one day saying "I saw Marie's first ever post!" By then I'll some how be famous so everyone will be jealous! Congrats! 
             Anyway, the whole reason for this blog is it's like an online diary. But now anyone can see it. I can say whatever and none of my "friends" will know who is saying it. So suck on that. 
             If you bothered to read my info, you would already know I'm 12. Yes I'm 12. But my brain is to messed up for school so they kicked me out and now I'm homeschooled. Actually they didn't kick me out. I chose to. Which reminds me, I should probably do my homework. Eh, it can wait. 
            So I guess your wondering why I'm messed up. Well first, I have this thing called Sensory Integration Disorder. It makes it harder to get used to new things. Like swimming or riding a bike. I just learned to swim last summer. Lame, right? For me some other things I fail at doing are sitting back. I only sit back at my house. No where else. I also don't like to eat new things. So I have a small variety of things I will eat without being forced to.I also have depression. Like seriously full on sadness. It runs in my family. Greeeeat. So now I'm on medication. Oh yeah. And I also am probably going to be the tallest in my close family as I am almost as tall as my sister who is 4 years older than me. But thank the lord I don't have the Bigfoot curse. Anyone who's tall in my family has huge feet! My dad and my feet are the smallest.
            Another reason I'm messed up is because my whole family is messed up. My older sister, who i shall call Deputy due to her future* job as a cop, has Aspergers and depression and Sensory Integration Disorder! Aspergers is kind of like Autism. My sister used to have major flip outs. Like screaming and crying and head banging. Strangely, the neighbors have never called the cops. Thankfully, due to new medication, those days are over! Yay! Now my mom, also has depression. (So far that's 3 depressed people. In one house.) She's an awesome mom but isn't really in the modern times. But come on, what mom is? Next is my father. He is soon to be the shortest person in the house if I don't stop growing. He is also allergic to outside. Awesome right? No. Like allergic to grass, specific trees, flowers, some plants, etc. Yeahhhhh. Last bu not least is the dog. His name is Bailey. He is 5 years old (35 in dog years) and hes a mini Schnauzer. Hes black, and grey and has super curly fur. And oh boy does he have problems. Recently, he got tired of the weirdness of our house and just snapped. Paper scares him now. He sees a piece and goes into hiding. We think it's because of the stress of the last year. But that's a whole other post. 
              So to anyone still reading, thanks and welcome!


Peace out, Marie.


*future meaning NEVER