Nicknames

Hello, my cyber friends!
I have not made a post for quite some time, because, as I said, I was in New Hampshire on a hike. Never fear, I have returned with something to write about. Now grab your popcorn, sit back, and enjoy the show.
My topic for today is nicknames. Although I always sign my blogs "~Isabella" my name is really Isabel. Therefore, I am not usually called Bella. I was one summer at a tennis camp, and I felt really awkward whenever someone said my name. Bella didn't really fit me. Although I didn't like Bella, it comes no where near my hatred for "Izzy". Some people call me that, and try as I might to get whomever does it to stop, I am unsuccessful. I have never liked being called "Izzy", but when I was younger, I let it slide, thinking eventually it would un-stick. Regretfully, I was wrong. Most of my closest friends have never called me "Izzy", it has always been the girls I didn't really like i the first place. I have made it very clear that I dislike Izzy, and the boys have had no problems listening, it's the girls that don't seem to understand my wishes.
Some people have really terrible names, and really nice nicknames. I heard yesterday that Roger Federer's wife's real nime is Miraslava, but she goes my Mirka. Miralsava is just a painful,painful name. No one deserves that. No one, I say. And then there are the people with names that are really nice, but give themselves bad nicknames. Katherine, for instance, is a nice name, but I really don't like Katie. My least favorite type of nicknames are the ones that don't make sence. John to Jack. Robert to Bob. William to Bill. The list goes on. I don't understand. How does Bob come out of Robert? Why not just keep it as Rob. It's the same thing as Bill, what's wrong with Will?
People these days, I just don't understand.
*Isabella