Butt Kicking Ninja Spies, Butt Kicking my Dream.

I realized that If you go into this blog blind, you are going to be very confused.  So here is just a little bit about me:

The name's Sandler, Rachel Sandler. I'm a 15 year old, self proclaimed geek, who has way too much time on her hands and likes to write. A lot.

Here is my blog.  

When told that I could write about whatever I wanted on here, my train of thought went a little something like this:
*Cue internal soliloquy*  
“Oh, I’ll just write about my life... my extremely interesting and spontaneous existence that consists of an almost permanent routine of school, track, food, homework, and Internet (who I am kidding? Internet definitely goes before homework.)  People will love reading about education, running, and my Internet escapades  (*deletes Internet history*)”

And that is when I realized that my goal in life, to work for a top secret government agency and become the female equivalent of agent 007 (Bond, Rachel Bond has a nice ring to it) was never going to happen. However, I am a complete basket case right now, and so to numb the pain of my dream being destroyed, I am going to reflect on what it would be like, if I were to be a butt kicking ninja spy.

My active imagination goes overboard sometimes (er, more accurately MOST of the time) and so I’ve already conjured up a reality in which I am a butt kicking ninja spy. My codename is “The Queen” and my weapon of choice is a sword (there’s this unspoken sophistication about swords). My latest mission involved Prince Harry and some handcuffs (don’t ask) and it resulted in the Queen of England giving me her personal thanks (really, she is a lovely lady to have tea with).

My history as a butt kicking ninja spy is well, interesting.  I have a tendency to get emotionally involved with my missions (particularly the mission with Prince Harry, I’ll spare you the details, but I will say that I’ve seen parts of the royal palace that only the royal family have seen), and this resulting in some orders being defied and very important people being not so pleased with me. Despite this, I always get the job done, even when I defy orders, because most of the time I am right (even when I’m wrong.)  On top of that, I always find a way to sneak in a witty one-liner or sarcastic remark. Never underestimate the power of a witty one-liner.

But alas *pretentious and way too obvious sigh*, this glamorous dream will never be. And now, I am actually okay with that. I have accepted the fact that my life is on the straight track toward the non interesting and I will probably grow up being extremely normal. While “The Queen” might save the world (and have some quotable one-liners), it is the normal people, the uninteresting ones, who have the chance to watch the over dramatized adaptations of butt kicking ninja spies saving the world. And while I still might have fantasies about becoming “The Queen,” I’ll take ogling Daniel Craig from the comfort of my couch over doing dangerous missions any day.   

Besides, butt kicking ninja spies are SOOO mainstream. I want to be superhero now... I’m thinking “Swordsgirl?”