The Start of Something Wonderful...maybe

Hi,
Today I begin my journey into blogging. I am doing this because a few of my friends have suggested I do a blog because I'm "funny." (But they're writers..so we'll take their opinion for what it's worth). I'm a writer too, which is why this blog makes the most sense...and I think there are a few other tid bits that you should know about me before we venture too deep into my mind. Think of this as your disclaimer. I'm putting this out on the line so just click the pretty, little red "x" in the top-right corner of the screen if you think I'll be a little "too much."
TOP 5 THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT EMILY
1) I don't have a gullbladder.
-I know what you're thinking, "Ok. Cool. Plenty of people don't have gullbladders." But you don't understand...I have also torn my PCL (it's a ligament in your knee that's rarely torn), separated/broke two bones in my neck, and torn/sprained/ripped/tickled any bone, ligament, appendage, or follicle you could imagine. This has all been before my 20th birthday. Lady luck and I are not friends. If you broke a mirror with a salt shaker that proceeded to spill everywhere while driving your car under a ladder as a black cat ran in front of you, you would probably still have 6.5 less years of bad luck than me.

2) I am a vegetarian.
-No, I am not a member of PETA. I really don't like animals, especially my own dogs. (Although, I did cry once when I ran over a possum.) I really just HATE the thought of eating something that once had the ability to poop. GROSS! I'm much more of a photosynthesis fan.

3) I am an english and writing major.
-I hated to read in high school, and I REALLY hated to write. Something has sparked me here in college, and I haven't turned back since. I am not mad because of this. Math, I do not miss. I really like to write poetry. As I bet you can already see. woo!

4) I've worked as both a food preparer at McDonalds and as a housekeeper at a hotel.
-You can't gross me out. I have found dehydrated onions down my shirt, I have smelled mustard for 12 hours straight, and I have picked a stranger's hair from a bathtub. OK..I lied...you can gross me out. Vomit...BIGGEST FEAR. If my mom were on fire in front of me, but there was vomit all around her, I don't know if I could save her :( (That might be a stretch, but GOO I hate it.)

5) This is my first time blogging.
-I have a lot of opinions. Sometimes I'm not funny, but I can promise that some WEIRD things happen to me. So I'll just leave it at that...

Keep Letting It Be,
Emily