Wow. I need sleep.

So. This is my first blog.
Whoooo. Exciting.
Actually, it's about two in the morning and that's when awesome stuff happens.
Or whatever.
I can't function right now.
[By the way, I typed that last sentence about twelve times because I couldn't get it right the first time.]
Nooo. I'm not drunk or high or hookahed or anything else that makes you crazy.
Just sleep deprived. :)

So, now that you know that much about me and I'm bored out of my skull, I'm going to tell allllll of you who care, since you care sososo much, about myself. Even though, if you're reading this, you probably already know enough about me. Anywhooo. Here goes.

My name is Rayne Ashley Grandy.
A.K.A. RayneAwesomeGrandy. Because I'm awesome. :)
I can play piano. Sort of. Like chords and stuff. I'm sure if I worked on it more, I would play better, but I'm super lazy.
I go to Glory Bound Church in Marlow and I try to be a good Christian, but it's not really working. To be perfectly honest. I mean, I love God and all that stuff, it's just.. I don't know. How 'bout we discuss this another time. Deal?
I wear size six and a half shoes.
I really really really hate being patted on the head. Seriously. I will consider about choking you if you do it, no matter how close or special you are to me.
I chew gum. All. The. Time. I used to get in trouble for it all the time in middle school. I was usually sneaky though. :)
My hair is well over twenty inches long. I'm not sure of the exact length because I haven't measured in a while, but you don't care anyways, right?
I plan on donating all of this glorious hair to Locks of Love.
I have one bestbestbest friend. That is Caitlin Hope. This is going to sound cheesy and cliche, but whatever. She is one of the best friends that a fifteen year old girl could ask for. She listens to almost anything I have to say, lets me rant about the silliest things, tells me when I 'm being stupid, and, hopefully, cares about all of it. Ha. I'm pretty sure that she's the only person that I can truly be myself around. No walls, no pressure, no nothing except for pure bestfriendness. :)
Wow. Mushy.
Moving onnn.
I have a freckle in my right eye. It happened when I was seven from a kid throwing a rock at my eye, and it's actually a scar. No joke.
I'm a five-year-old boy inside a fifteen-year-old girl's body. That's my maturity level anyways. Ha.
I'm in LOVE with superheroes. If you asked me a question about pretty much almost any one, I could probably tell you the answer with this giant explanation about whatever I'm talking about.
I make up words. Like baskillion.
I am in speech and drama at my high school, and I love it.
I probably won't keep up with this whole blogging business thing for very long. I'll get lazy and stuff.
I usually try my hardest to mask my feelings. People really almost never see me in a bad mood because I've trained myself to put a smile on through everything. It's crazy.
Eh. I'll say a couple more things.
I try to use correct grammar and spelling on the internet. I'm not perfect though. I have typos.
I think it's really attractive for someone else to use correct grammar and stuff too.
I have a thing for blue eyes.
I hate wearing pants.

Done. I can talk about myself later.
I pretty much created this to rant about stupid stuff. Like an internet diary. Ish thing. I dunno. Honestly, I'm not trying to change the world with one stupid blog or any of that mumbo jumbo. If you don't like it, read somewhere else. Seriously. I. Don't. Care. Rasdkjfhsdkfheuihsjdkf. I'm getting cranky. I need to sleep. Haha. So. That's all.
The end. For now.
Goodnighttt. :)
-Rayne

P.S. Oh, yeah. It's a new year now. Forgot about that. Haha. So, I'll wish you a happy 2011. I'm sure any resolutions I make will be dropped within the month of January. Oh, well. Haha. The least I can do is try. That's really all. For real this time. Night, hon. :)

Ohhh wait. I'll give you a good song to look up.
"My Body" by Young the Giant.
It'd be a good running song to help you with an exercising New Year resolution if you have one.