Heck, I was born to be a lemming. I guess that's why I'm being swept (again) into the whole blogging business. I mean, practically everyone has a blog. So I thought, hey, I'm sure some person out there would be interested in reading my ridiculous rants... right?
Don't underestimate the world wide web. There could be some stalker out there who'll google this blog and begin to doggedly follow every single word. He/she will begin to harbour this unhealthy fascination with me and try to hunt me down. I'll find roses, love-sick poems and Lindt chocolates in my mail box (all from said stalker). Being the unsuspecting damsel, I'll think it was sent by a reincarnation of Tram Boy. Fantasies of tall, good-looking blonde boys will run wild as I try to discover who my admirer is...
Don't underestimate my imagination.
Also, don't underestimate my need for romance/love. Under the facade of a pretty and innocent young girl lies a lustful succubus who's just waiting to pounce on some poor person. Sorry to break it you guys. I might just turn into that party-animal in university (Heaven forbid. I think my ancestors might shed some tears for the family line.).
Frankly, I can't be bothered writing anymore. In fact, I find it quite amazing how V, Frothy, W, V, A, Fiona, W, S, H, S (Dear god, how long is this list?!) and whoever else can write for more. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE. At the moment, I'm trying to milk this post as much as I can. It isn't really working.
So there we go: this blog's inaugural post. Yes, I am quite aware that I have many other blogs and I would continue writing in them if I still remembered the username and password. Sadly, I don't. Shed a tear or two on behalf of me, okay?
(Happy New Years to all of you reading this.)
