Hello, My Name Is Alec

And as far as certain termite protection companies are concerned, I am the owner of a three bedroom, two bathroom home. 

As far as my professors are concerned, I am a hardworking student who is going somewhere in life.

And as far as the cashier at the grocery store is concerned, I am a nice sympathetic person who likes to donate money to foundations like, save the dogs, save the children and save the whales. 

The people who really know me--people like my best friend, occasionally my family, and my dog--know that I'm a basic cable girl who splurges on netflix and owes her parents about a billion dollars for rent.

They know that I write my papers at 2 in the morning, because I can't get my brain to function before then. And I was destined from birth to become a happy homemaker or, if the marriage thing doesn't work out, a very optimistic dog breeder.

They know I'm not nice. Usually, I only donate at grocery stores because I'm so busy clicking yes to say the amount is right, that I accidentally hit it again when it asks if I want to save the world with my one dollar donation. 

I change my mind all the time. I look lost on pretty much a daily basis and get lost on pretty much a weekly basis. if I could I would use saran wrap to hold my life together, but since I can't, I just use a palm pilot, a white board,and most often, old receipts that I find in the bottom of my purse.

And also, I'm happy. 

Because even though I didn't mean to daonte that dollar at Petsmart to the homeless dogs, I sort of feel like a better person for it. 

And even though I never meant to turn 20, it's a little bit fun to say:

"Hey, I'm Alec. I'm 20."