Just Me . . .

My name is R.C., and I'm at the last rung in the ladder of the early part of my life, meaning that next year, I'll be through with high school, and I'll be apart of that scary and merciless phenomenon called Life; I'm a realist, not a cynic. On the other hand, I love to be swept away back into the past, to forget about what is going on in my life, and live in my own dreams of black and white.

I'm a writer, how that came to be I'll never know. I'm extremely sarcastic, and I'm quick to prove it when provoked. I'm a Scorpio, and if that means anything to you then I guess it would explain a lot about me. I am an introvert, and so I prefer the solitude and quietude of my own world, but it brings me comfort to know that whenever I need a little company that all I have to do is open my door and step out of my world and into that of the masses. I love to laugh, and my sense of humor tends to lean to off-the-cuff, dry and droll, and subtle witticims kind of humor that hardly anyone practices today. Since my "discovery" of the classics, and of the bygone era in which I wish with every fiber of my being that I could have been a part of, I have virtually disowned the 21st century, and I'm proud of it. I'm head-over-heels, topsy-turvy, 100% proof in love with Cary Grant and Dean Martin, and if any foul words are said about them . . . well, let's just say it ain't going to be pretty.

That's really all that matters. I do hope you like my blog, it's not much, but I like it well enough.