So, I've decided to start a blog.
And I've decided to start this blog like everyone else starts their blog, with that beautiful opening sentence that I've formerly laid out for you; because really, what other way it there to start a blog?
I have no thesis. No goals.
Though maybe an introduction would work. But that's quite unnecessary, seeing as no one will find this URL, and I, of course, already know who I am. The simple facts of who I am, that is."Hello, my name is Raquel, I am 16 years old, and I live in Minnesota". This, for some unbenounced reason, is what I often repeat to myself when I've been alone for too long. Joyous.
But maybe I do have goals.
Maybe to write more than three posts and one draft. Which most likely will not happen. I rarely accomplish things. Not because I am a failure. Just because most of the time I find I would rather spend my time aimlessly on Tumblr, Facebook, or my bedroom floor. And if history were any indicator of the future, which I think it is, one would see that I often do no finish anything I start. Like the Etsy I wanted to run this summer, the sketch book I wanted to fill as fast as possible (though maybe it would have not been possible to fill it yet. Aww, fate or excuses?) and many other things in my life, including former blogs, sports teams, homework and the like.
But maybe if I do find some way to actually continue this blog, than interesting content should be my next goal. Though those two are not really exclusive, so interesting content should be included no matter the quantity of actual posts. But this again is something I have a bad track record with. An example would be the "fashion" blog I started at the beginning of 2010 that included a detailed description of a terrible British tween film that I, for some reason, was excited enough to write about, which lead me to add the quotations. But interesting is sort of up for personal taste, so maybe bad movies is what gets you going. If that's the case, thn you should like this, because my life isn't full of too much action like most other American teenagers. I do not have a crazy sex life, drug addictions, an alcohol abuse problem, curfew tickets, or nuffin'. I do, however, have a habit of anticlimactic masturbation (not intentionally, trust me) and pimple popping (generally not at the same time) Who isn't fascinated by the white things that squirt out? Probably everyone but me.
And on a short tangent, I, as a result of chub rub, (which I think is the most clever name for anything, in this case chaffing) always have the most attractive and large puss sacks on my inner upper thighs which have the ability to spew out a plethora of puss and blood. And whats more; they never seem to drain, so I can continue to be entertained by squeezing them.
Ahhemmm, so back to the subject. I don't have an MTV worthy teenage lifestyle, and really who does? (Further, who honestly wants one. MTV either fucks up their shows or have weird ones about pregnant teenagers and shy boys) I'm beginning to think everything and everyone is lying. So thing blog will not be filled with accounts of my day because that's boring and no one, not even I, cares. Rather, I hope to approach this in a more analytical way. Use this as a tool to figure out problems in my life and what I think about different things.And in worst case scenario's, I'll just write random shit that not even I will have a clue about in two years. But it'd be great to get something out of this rather than embarrassment and a clear view on the effect this shitty society has had on me.
So, in conlusion, to stop this fucking rant, I hope to keep things simple. To do my best, be honest, use correct grammar (which I've already failed at) and not have high hopes. No Anne Frankness in this blogs future.
And right now, that is all I can really ask of myself. Also, by writing this blog, I naturally will improve on writing, which is a plus, and I guess I just like the romanticism of internet diary-ing. Feels very nineties to me, which is complete bullshit seeing as blogging wasn't much of a thing in the nineties, or a thing at all for that matter.
But I'm feeling rather romantic right now.
Its the dim lighting.
And the fact that its one thirty in the morning.
And the folk music.
And my current obsession to be in a cabin in the woods in the rain with a laaadyyyy.
But big twenty first century surprise: I must resort of blogging instead.
So here goes.
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