I am not a Blogger.

Quite obviously, I can't hold myself to writing things. I do exciting stuff, that's certainly not it....

Okay, I don't do things that are that exciting. I did go canoeing in another country. And I visited Chicago. Who doesn't like Chicago? But that was briefly!

All other times I've been doing nothing, earning no money, gaining weight and eating strawberries, doughnuts, chocolate, and more chocolate.

And watching the World Cup! Exciting, isn't it?
(See, this is a moment where I'd like a follower to my blog to respond to how they like the World Cup as well. But alas, you are too late, my dear.)

Anyway, I'm off to finish Avatar, The Last Airbender (the series) before the movie comes out.

Ciao, and don't expect me for a few months :p

Nature!

Hello friend! (I hope we are acquainted enough by now for me to address you as much)

I've spent the last three days in the wilderness (well, camping anyway) and I have been immersed in the nature. I love nature. The trees, the water, the sky, the rocks, the dirt, the leaves, the smells, the wildlife, all of it! It all speaks and sings and flows together.

On the ride home I witnessed the destruction of it as I passed roadwork. They tore down so many trees for several miles of road just to make it wider. Traffic isn't even a problem on those roads; we don't need more lanes. This unnecessary holocaust of forest made me so sad. The scars left in the soil by the bulldozer mirrored the scars made in my soul.

So I feel like this blog is sort of a "Guess Who?" game too. Hint number 4? I'm a hippie.

Much love to you all and enjoy your spring! (Or fall if you're in the southern hemisphere!)

And the beat goes on...

Everyone needs pictures on their blog, don't they?!

I was thinking of having some cute kitten pictures, but this is better, isn't it?


Everything has been either great and dandy, which doesn't call for good blog material, or terrible, which calls for fantastically emo blog material, towards which I am adamantly opposed.

Not that anyone follows this yet. But one day, dear reader, you'll read this, and I should stop talking as if you don't exist or you'll get offended and leave me.

When you write, you can be anyone you want to be. I, for one, need that escape given I am short (5' 1''), with shoulder length incredibly average brown hair, big feet, and horrible vision.

Or am I?

I was just exercising my ability to be anyone before. I'm actually tall (who knows exact measurements?), blessed with gorgeous blonde hair, and dainty size 7 feet.

Or not.

When you finally read this post, be it months or years after it's posted, please reply which you think I am. Option 1, Option 2, or Option 3- (neither)

Much love to you all, and I hope you're doing well :)

And We Start

Dear Beloved Internet User,

Today was alright. Yes, I'm beginning this post as a whiny teenage blog. Except for the fact that my life rocks.

But I digress. Excuse me. Back on topic.

Sometimes life seems to have no meaning, even when it's happy. Usually I have these existential moments during moments of gloom. You know, when everything sucks, you wonder why it's all worth it. But now, everything rocks, and I'm still wondering if it's all worth it.

Why be happy?
What will it do for me?

Sometimes feelings aren't enough.

Emo enough for you? I hope so! Keep reading, stranger!

First Day

So I created this blog to talk to you: The Internet.

Good day, sir. Yes, I do realize I'm using this mostly as a pseudo-diary, but I'm hoping one day someone will stumble across this blog to find a girl whining about how awesome her life is. And that someone is you. Hello.

I am awesome, female, and very taken. But feel free to fantasize.

Anyway, I spent most of today discussing babies and labor and genetics because that is just fun to do, isn't it?

I am awfully scared that all this blog-nonsense will show me is that I have an awfully boring life, and nothing to say.
But let's hope that's not true.

Til Next Post!