a first

This is, perhaps, the start of something beautiful. Or, more likely, the start of offbeat ramblings that offer no inspiration, only a release of energy. Either way, this is a productive undertaking for me.
Brief introduction- I am Coop. Or Cooper. Coopster. Coopa. Sometimes Koop. Coop & Company. And of course, the copyrighted Coopie. This is not my natural identity, but one I have come under in the recent years. Despite this unisex label, I am a woman. Or girl. Both seem awkward, but there is little I can do to change that. I would hope that from any postings in the future, you (my supposed reader) will be able to discern this, but I have been known to lack certain.... feminine traits. This is not to say that I am the stereotypical truck driving, man hating lesbian, nor am I an actual lesbian (not that there is anything wrong with that). I just don't identify with the complete "woman" image-- the pink, lace, made-up, doll image. I actually don't know many women like this, although I'm sure there are a few. To give an example that can possibly clear up any confusion I may have just caused, my "boys" (who I shall introduce later) have been known to have adverse reactions whenever I look the part of my sex. A direct quote from one: "Do you have a brain tumor or something?" This was said on a day that I took advantage of the beautiful weather and wore a dress (which was darling if I do say so). However, this small fact does not even begin to encompass my identity. I hope that I am much more complex than my inability to show my sex. I also hope that I do not need to spell out all the things that make up me. My accounts on life should explain themselves. That being said, I will give a few tidbits about my general existence. I'm currently a student in high school. Thus, I have a very narrow view on the world and am generally a shallow, pathetic creature. I say this with some irony. Some. I also live in Colorado, a state which, like every other place on this marvelous Earth, has its pros and cons. I am also a theater geek. Although in my school, the majority of us are actually quite normal. Trust me; at the annual state convention for thespians, my friends and I were in shock when confronted with the majority of individuals that shared our passion for drama. These are not normal people, which I usually find a good thing. But the degree of separation between them and normal is astounding. Honestly. To give you (side note: when I reference "you", I am not certain that any actual living being will ever lay eyes on what I write, much less care) a glimpse at what we call theater, one only has to look at the people involved in our thespian troop. We consist of writers, jocks, artists, stoners, musicians, slackers, and overachievers. We are a melting pot of personalities. Our success in theater (our school is renowned for our level of quality in our productions. Not to sound like a prick, of course) is attributed to the fact that Chatfield is generally accepting. Keep in mind that it is high school, so there is always hostility, but there really aren't concrete cliques littering the halls. We're like a Venn diagram; there are groups, but they lapse into one another. I'm sorry, I've kind of branched off into a random topic. This will happen a lot. Just a forewarning. Anyway, I am not the theater person you may be picturing. I don't wear a French beret with a turtleneck and do that absurd finger-snapping. I don't even act. I am part of the wonderfully dark world of tech. For those of you not well-versed in theater, tech is the group of people who design, construct, and move set pieces, as well as do lights and sound. I have stage managed since sophomore year (which is pretty unheard of), meaning I'm the position of authority only under the director (tech and normal, which for me is one and the same). I won't go into much detail about tech here, because it will no doubt reappear in upcoming posts. And with that, I believe I will come to a conclusion of this lengthy introduction. Stay tuned for new insights from the mind of Coop.