An almost apology, and a list.

Alright. So my last post was a horrible way to start a blog... I can't help it. I might as well state right up front that I'm always like that... although posting it for the world to see may be declared unwise by some, I really don't care.

Anyway, the reason I am writing is to say that my friends & I [all fellow cynics/skeptics/sarcastics] have created a list of accomplishments for ourselves. Sure, some may not be possible, but once we're free from our parent's harsh glares we will surely try. Here's mine:

1. Go to a rave/night club. Why? because I'm curious. Once again, one may say that I am being unwise to thrust myself into so dangerous an enviornment, but I trust my judgement. I am not an idiot, and certainly not a fool. Besides, I'll be with a friend, and I'll only stay a minute.

2. Shampoo my hair in the rain. Preferably in the Amazon rainforest.

3. Travel the world. Namely Europe, Britain, Japan, Egypt and anywhere else worth seeing.

4. Live in an apartment in the city. After living in the country all my life, the city calls me...
5. Purchase a tortoise. His name shall be Carl.

6. Be the Maid of Honor at as many weddings as possible.

7. Share a cigarette in a bathroom stall. You know, like the 80's.

8. Roadtrip with friends. Probably to some hick town in the States. Idaho, maybe?

9. Follow a band across the country. It will have to be a really great band.

10. Chase a tornado. Thrills. That's all it is.

11. Write a novel about my exciting life. The world's next Twilight, people. Only this one will be good.

12. Visit every capital in Canada. I'm very patriotic.

13. Shoot a film. See you at the Sundance Film Festival!

14. Work in a lab.

15. Get tattoo(s).

16. Write a song. Music and lyrics.

17. Get a degree in University on something difficult to achieve. I would like money, as well as something to be proud of.

18. Meet someone of high importance to me. Not Britney Spears! More like Peter Jackson or Ridley Scott.

...so there you are. This list will probably be added to, scribbled out, accomplished... maybe even thrown away. But at least we set some goals for our lives! I would advise you to do the same... I wish you the best of luck.

I realize I am a horrible cynic... I am also smart.

I know, I know: this is the internet. The massive, buzzing, cesspool of human existance wherein all the worst [and, admittedly, the best] of our race seem to find their sorry repose. I know that what I am writing now may be read by the friends and family who know about it, or, perhaps, my ramblings will be viewed by a perfusely sweating ham-beast in an elderly woman's basement somewhere*. But, no matter who you are, do note that you are reading words written by some random chick who may or may not actually be a chick because you don't know better and this is the internet. Also, it may interest you to know that blogging is the most wasteful pastime ever known to man [aside, of course, from the notorious blog-reading] and you should be using your time to arrange cheerful sonnets and compose charming symphonies. I miss the world without youtube. *sigh*

Now, I realize that I am announcing this through a blog and that the irony of it is painful, but let's not dwell on the particulars, dearie! My entire point is that there is no point. Blogging is a dreadful waste, and nobody cares whether your Saturday night was fun or not. My blog is only in existance because the sheer brilliance of my mind couldn't help but share with the world --or, perhaps, just you: my friendly neighborhood slouch.

* Note: If you are such a being, I would like to take this time to tell you that you are as special and have as much potential as anyone else, but you might want to consider study and culture as a passtime rather than World of Warcraft-- You're grandmother is probably tired of housing you by now.

So! I got a blog.

Let this be the first entry: I have nothing to say.