I am hereby changing my name.

I haven’t decided to what yet, but I’m certainly aiming for something a little further down the alphabet.

How about Zacquisha Zanderfloot?

You may be wondering what provoked the sudden desire to change my name, so I will probably tell you. Otherwise, this blog post would be kind of pointless.

I’ve always rather enjoyed my name. It’s unusual and quirky, and so am I! I like how I can turn the “A” in “Aisling,” into a star, and it makes my signature look pretty.

But, I’ve simply had enough of the misfortune this A, combined with the B in my last name, brings to me.

I must get about double the amount of Facebook application requests than the average person.

It’s not just me getting pegged, I’m sure, but most likely everyone with a name in the A to D bracket. Because when people send out applications invites, they don’t search through 200 names to come up with the friends most likely to enjoy the “What will you eat the day that you die and will you have time to digest before your inevitable death?” application (Not sure if it exists, but if it does, I’m sure the results are SCARILY ACCURATE!). They just pick off the first 20 people on their list! And the first 20 people… are the people like me, with names beginning with letters situated near the beginning of the alphabet.

Well, I’ve found a way to trick them, and that is by going through the complicated process of legal name change. WIsh me luck.

Lots of love from,

Zacquisha.