I promised myself I'd be better at this..

Blogging. Sounds typical of gen Y. And yet so-o addictive.

The concept is fabulous. I used to go to school camps, with my journals packed away in my bags. I would hope that that bitch Holty* would find my diary and find out how absoloutely lonely I was. In Greer's fantasy world, this means that she would leave school, and hand me just two, of her dozen strong clique.

Point? oh yes. Its like having a diary that everybody can look at and perhaps take pity on me.

Segway: Pity. Love the idea. Somebody feels sorry for you, and you can jump three spaces. Doe eyes also help (see Michelle Phan)

*Holty - obviously not her real name. Like I needed to tell you!

The start of something great

Or is it?

We all have those grand schemes - I still fantasize about being a Broadway, west end or plain old community theatre star. I am not a triple threat (i sincerely doubt I could be considered a double threat.)

This could be my ticket out of here or...

Just another journal that will be tucked away in a box half finished.

Let us wait and see young friends...

xoxo

- not even gonna bother.