Yet again I meet my greatest love and fiercest enemy - the Internet.

As darling and whimsical as the birds in the corner are, I admit they feel a little cliché. The word "cliché" itself seems to call to mind images birds, sunsets and unrealistically romantic captioned pictures on facebook, 99% of whose "likes" come from attention-starved 15 year olds. Regardless, the birds will do for the time being.

Salutations, my name is (clever pen name). I've had several blogs before but they all stank of eighteen year old ignorance, so I deleted them and started whatever this is. I'm now 19 years old, and finding the ambition I had at eighteen to be melting down into a colorful puddle that I sit in wondering what to do with my life.

It's safe to say you've probably never met anyone like myself, not to sound like I have an ego or anything. But I may, actually. I do enjoy the typical almost-20something pastimes, such as music and classic art, though I find that most of my favorite band names are met with blank stares. But my interests range about as far as the media and internet will let them; language(inlcuding sign!), ancient and recent history, fashion, gaming, grammar and vocabulary, cats(shocker!), camaros, the Illuminati, and a caboodle of other things I can't think of because it's fucking impossible to think of things about yourself when you're actually putting effort in to it. I suppose it may be worth while to mention that I am female and have a boyfriend of several months who is pretty spiffy.

I likely won't post very often so don't get way too attached to me.

If you can look past my melancholy tone and run on sentences, I'm sure we can come to be friends. Not like, real life friends. But I'll think of you when I see that my post has a new view, and that's probably good enough.