spoonful of grace footnotes in the life of a teenager with a helluva lot of spunk, and only a spoonful of grace

I'm Marissa, nice to meet you.

I've had quite a number of blogs, but with my 13 second attention span and attempts to not fail school, they haven't lasted long. This time will be different!

I hope.

I guess I should start with a little introduction of me/my life/the secret to happiness/general meaning of life/etc. I'm 18 and a senior in high school. I hate eggs. I am fully convinced that my haircut has made me more popular. I am disgusted by people that touch my hair. I have a whack sense of style. Snooki is the bane of my existence. Vinny makes me smile. I love the interwebz. I have an irrational fear of paper cuts. If I had to pick the worst way to die, it would be death by paper cuts from a plethora of origami cranes. Horrible. I'm strange. That's pretty much the basics, right?

The timing of the blog seems well planned, huh? Tomorrow starts National Blog Post Month (NaBloPomo..which if you don't look too close looks like nablo porno. whaaat the fuck). I'm pumped. Psyched. Periwig-pated. Wait, what?

marissa erin