Recently, I’ve been doing a lot of blog reading. People are truly amazing to me – their seemingly tireless efforts that produce blogs that are layed out flawlessly, pictures that are top notch, and – in my opinion, the most impressive feat – bios that are crafted to poeticly express exactly who they are and what their MO is.

I’m more than a little envious. I don’t have the time to create my own layout, I don’t have the money to buy that expensive camera, and I don’t have the knowledge of myself to craft that poetic biography.

I’m going through an amazing time in my life right now. I’m adjusting to learning in a classroom setting (no, I’m not having problems, I’m ajusting quite well!), I’m growing as an individual (even though I don’t really want to…), I’m learning to take care of myself by MYSELF, and I’m making a second home at college. I’m learning an incredible amount of things, and I’m growning and changing what I know to be true every day.

So back to my blog reading. What does this little ramble have to do with anything?  Well, in my reading, I found this article about the struggle to write a biography. I don’t honestly think I could whittle me down to fit into a paragraph. It you asked me to describe myself, I’d come up with something like this, which is my current “about me” on my facebook page;

Anomaly – (noun, plural)
1. a deviation from the common rule, type, arrangement, or form.
2. someone or something anomalous
3. an odd, peculiar, or strange condition, situation, quality, etc.
– See also, Margy

Margy – (noun, fem)
1) One who is unusually friendly with a playful grin.
2) One who goes through life with a song on her lips and a smile in her heart.
3) A Woodsie.
4) Can be identified by her strangly intense passion for living.

The Down-low;

– I was a Catholic homeschooler for twelve years, but now I’m a 19 year-old Catholic college student who lives for music, classy things, and horses. When not occupied as a student, I am a daydreamer and bad role model by trade.

– I like to create things, sleep, and explore my surroudings, but I don’t like coffee, math, or bring talked down to.

– Next to horses, music is my passion. I fall asleep listening to anything from Sergei Rachmaninoff to Neko Case and Joy Ike to LMFAO – and everything in between. My iPod on shuffle is more bipolar than something that is very bipolar.

– I have an obsession with the smell and feel of old books.

– In my “free time,” an unheard of phenomenon, I write for the campus newspape, sing, play the piano, knit, save cats from trees, watch stupid movies, make things with my hnads, create delicious foods, read Charles Dickens, lust after Josh Groban, ride ponies, get all A’s, spend time with my closest friends, make new friends, think great thoughts, explore my surroundings, foster my Woodsie pride, dance for no reason, draw on myself with sharpies, rearrange my room, and creep on people.

– I wanted to be an anthropologist until I was 16, when I was given my horse and fell in love with the equine world. But I am still fascinated by cultures and the human mind.

Everything you just read there is vital to who I am. What am I supposed to cut out? Which snippets of information are the most important? My love for Dickens is just as important as my obsession with getting A’s, my passion for horses, what I do in my free time, my religion… you can’t just choose which pieces of my life are the most important!

People try to make it easy by writing how-to article after how-to article. But the fact is, it’s not that easy. At least not for me. It’s like asking me to chose which picture is more me…

This one?

Or this one?

Is either picture more or less Margy? What’s the MOST important facet of myself? My adoration for the equine? My talent of singing? The fact that I love my hair, maybe?

I don’t know. Maybe this all comes from the frustration of trying to find myself. Maybe it is literally impossible to define who I am in one paragraph at this point in time. Maybe as a person who is constantly changing, growing, learning, discovering and living, I shouldn’t try to fit myself into a one-paragraph box right now .

But let me tell you, I sure am jealous of those bloggers who can.