Even More Evidence That I'm A Geek

You know, I used to think that I had a pretty good eye for colors. Trying to format a blog so that nothing clashes but there aren't too many instances of repeating colors has taught me otherwise. I never realized how few usable shades of gray there really are. Which is rather ironic, considering that I decided to be poetic and name my most recent–okay, fine, I admit it–my only piano composition "Shades of Gray".

On a different note, I have recently discovered that I require glasses to see anything past fifteen feet or so clearly. I just went to the eye doctor this morning, and while my right eye is fine, my left eye needs help. Not too badly, though. I believe he said that I have 20/30 vision. Not as good as the 20/20 I used to have, but not horrible. I don't really need glasses for everyday usage, but with the fact that I'm in the process of learning to drive and I can't really see the signs clearly, I figured getting a pair would be a good idea. "What street was it that she said?" -squints at signs flashing by- "Hm…" -runs into telephone pole- Not really something that I want happening to me. The whole thing is kind of annoying, though. Sixteen years of great vision and then BAM! My mom's bad eyesight hits me. My dad says it's because I spend too much time reading and staring at a computer screen instead of looking out at the lovely scenery that surrounds our house, but I say it was inevitable. And honestly, even if it was because of that, I'd pick wearing glasses over giving up reading. -clutches books to chest and begins shouting about how "they'll never take me alive!"- Hm... That just got a song stuck in my head. Good thing it's a song I like.

So I had to pick out frames for my wonderful new eyeglasses, and I discovered that I'm more of a square person. Well, rectangular, technically. One of the pairs I tried on, my mom snickered at and said, "Those are the kind your father would call 'birth control glasses'." I asked her why, and her explanation was, "Because no one would ever do anything with someone wearing them." Needless to say, I didn't get those ones. The ones I decided on are pretty normal looking. Small-but-not-too-small rectangular wire-rims in the marvelous color of black. I'm excited to see what they look like on me when they're not crooked. I think someone sat on the pair I was trying on.

~A slightly near-sighted Kina

Yep, I'm Starting A Blog

Hello, anyone who happens to decide to read this. -waves-

I mulled it over for a while, trying to decide if any blog I wrote would be anything that anyone anywhere could possibly find interesting enough to read, taking into consideration the fact that I probably wouldn't update it much. As is plainly obvious, I decided to give it a go. What could it hurt, right?

So the title, in case anyone is curious, is inspired by multiple things. Its most literal application would be that I'm a perfectionist and that I'm a little bit nuts. Yes, that is one of the reasons it's called that. Another is that one of my favorite songs is Perfect Insanity by Disturbed. Also, it looked cool when I typed it into the text box for the blog's URL. Voila! The blog "Perfection and Insanity" was born. I quite like it.

As boring as it might be, this is just going to be an introductory post. I don't really have the time or the ideas to get into anything else at the moment. But I would get REALLYREALLYREALLY excited if anyone started following this, just for the record. -hint hint-

This is Kina, over and out.