Henry D'Angelo appeases his Narcissism by talking about himself

My last few blog posts have been stories about my experiences. Unfortunately, most of my other vaguely interesting stories aren't exactly blog material- whether the story is too short, too incriminating or even just plain old R-rated. Which is why I am unfortunately departing from talking about my individual life and instead widening up the audience who can relate- to all of you! Amazing, I know. Except for transfers, of course. But if you are  actually a transfer, at least you finally get to picture everyone's favorite year. Something I don't miss: Being prepubescent. I'm not claiming to be a full-grown man complete with beard, but at least I look nothing like the me from 3 years ago. I was short, had awful hair, and mediocre dress sense. If you knew me then, then you know. If not, then peep my Instagram (leave a few likes, too). But worst of all was my voice- it was so high-pitched that I'm amazed anyone besides dogs could understand me. Luckily, by the end of

They say that there is "truth behind every lie". Which is true, for the most part- but some lies less so contain just a few nuggets of revealing fact, and instead actually can come to be the truth. Eventually. Maybe you could describe certain lies as being prophecies of real life. Or maybe the best thing to call these lies are predictions- which, of course, are often very wrong. I remember thinking about writing lies about myself a few months ago, during my first Creative Writing class of the year. We were instructed to do a variation of the classic game "two facts and a fib"; where we instead were to write either two truths and a lie  or  two lies and a truth, and have people guess which were facts and which were fibs. I wrote the following list: 1.    The shoes I'm currently wearing cost only $20.  2.    The only concert I've ever attended was a Weird Al Yankovic concert. 3.    I once got a speeding ticket while driving down Windsor Road.