Luna

Seconds ago, I posted a small 'About Me' where I promised to elaborate on me being like my favorite book character, Luna Lovegood. 

I am also like Luna in not-really-worse-but-not-as-pleasant ways. I used to be bullied a lot (one of the reasons I quit gymnastics), I have had loved ones die, I am distracted, not good at keeping conversations on track, and I can't help but do some things. But sometimes, the things I can't help but do are good things. Like, when I see a friend or not-so-friendly friend sad, lonely etc., I have to help somehow. And when I have an opinion, I share it. Both of those are very Luna-y. 

I have always imagined Luna with a horribly dark side. I suppose this is what drew me towards her in the first place. I imagine her to have a really dark and scary side, but she's just really good at hiding it, just like me. There are times when I want to hurt, or cry, or even hurt someone else, feelings I imagine Luna with, but I always suppress them. Always. And for a good reason: they aren't good.

A Bit Of Me To You

You have been reading this blog, if you've been with me for a while now, without knowing much, it not anything, about me. Well, here you are:

My name is Joely Olivia. I live in the United States on the West Coast, but in the more mountainy part. My favorite color is turquoise (especially when paired with orange), my favorite books are the Harry Potter series, my favorite TV show is Doctor Who, and my favorite book character is Luna Lovegood. I like Luna so much because she reminds me incredibly of myself. I don't really try to be like Luna, I just naturally am. I don't care what people think of me when I do weird things, I try really hard (and am trying even harder now) to be nice to everyone possible, I dress.....differently, I say weird things a lot, and I am just generally weird.

I'll elaborate on my Luna-likely-ness in my next update. Good-bye for now!
P. S.- I know that possible is spelled like posible in the web address, it was a simple accident.

False Appendicitis

Once when I was seven, I had to go to the hospital because I was so sick. They put an IV in me and everything. I barely remember anything from that day. I just remember that they almost gave me a surgery because they thought I had appendicitis. I doubt it would have affected anything because you don't really need your appendix, but I've always wondered how much the way that I tell that story would be different if they hadn't realized that I didn't need surgery...

Incomplete Novels

I honestly think I am a very odd person. I become obsessed and unobsessed with things incredibly quickly, including books that I myself write. I become tired of them, so I just stop writing the story. The novel that I'm currently working on is the longest book I've ever written at 7,000 some-odd words and 48 1/2 pages. I've been writing it since September and don't feel sick of it at all, which is actually a huge accomplishment for me. It's called When Your World Is At War and I'm creating a separate blog to put the chapters on.