No Time Like The Present

I guess I can't sit around for the rest of my life, waiting for inspiration to strike. So, I'm striking instead. I've put off writing the opening post for this new blog of mine for quite some time, considering I've spent the last few weeks meddling around with template designs and image editors, and lost in the complicated world of html. I barely made it out alive, and it's questionable as to whether I made it out with my sanity intact. Actually, it's questionable whether I had any sanity to begin with. I'm thinking: no.

I decided that the longer I delayed the publishing of the first post, and the subsequent release to the general public, the harder it would become, so that's why I'm taking this opportunity to get a little writing in. "What opportunity is that?" you ask? Well, at this very moment in time, I am sitting on my bed, indulging in my guilty pleasures (Oreos and Glee music), while all my friends are out clubbing. I was unable to accompany them as I'm still underage and, unlike my friends who are also still seventeen, I don't have any faux documentation, if you catch my drift. The recent BlackBerry Messenger status updates referring to vaginas and public masturbation suggests that they're all have a splendid time. What a bunch. I'll introduce them to you some time, okay?

If my memory serves me correctly, this is my fourth or fifth blog. The others have all been tragic and dismal failures, but I assure you that this time, things will be different. Yes, that may have been what I said in the establishing posts for the last three or four blogs, but this time things really will be different. I've never had the self-discipline to keep a diary or a journal for more than two months, so this blog is going to serve as my diary, one that I am foolishly exposing to the outside world.

Dreams, aspirations, anecdotes, observations, the life and times of an average South African high school student, adventures, sarcasm, doodles, overemotional rants, Glee references, and pointless ramblings. Those are the things that you can expect to find here. If you wish to stick around and see where this thing goes, well, that's great. If not, don't let the door hit your uppity ass on the way out, and good luck finding something that meets your completely unreasonable standards. Too much?

Hi. I'm Lara. And I have no idea what I'm getting myself into.