Why is the first one always so hard?

That's what she said...

But I digress.

Already.

Ok. Yet another attempt at the oddity that is "blogging." I'm always so very inconsistent with these things. Not that it matters, though, because I think I am my only audience member. And I'm fine with that. I have an outlet for my thoughts. It's a little black journal that sits next to my bed. I write in it every night. It used to be a little blue journal, but I finally filled that one. I liked that one better. It invited my thoughts more. I know it's stupid, don't ask me why, but I liked it more. I'm already thinking about getting a different journal to replace this little black one. I sense a pattern...livejournal, facebook, myspace, blogspot, blue journal, black journal. I've always been picky and fickle about the stupidest things, meanwhile not giving two shits about major things like...oh, I don't know...hair color? Not that major, I realize, but I'm tired and can't think of serious things.

I make stupid jokes. (i.e. that's what she said) Really, I'm a twelve-year-old boy, if we go by my typical humour, although I've been known to crack somewhat sophisticated jokes on a regular basis. And, yes, I still spell humour with a u even though I haven't been in the UK for over a year, and even then, it was only three months. I like to imagine I'm actually British. Well, no, a charming American who has adapted to the British ways after spending extended amounts of time there. Have I mentioned I'm also a daydreamer? I can't even think about the countless hours I've wasted dreaming up scenarios about my life now, and the one I think I'll be living this time next year. Imagined jobs, apartments, boyfriends, dogs, washboard abs...it's all so fabulous in my head. There's no possible way any of it will happen the way it's all laid out in my head (except maybe for the dog and the washboard abs...I'm on my way), but a girl can dream. And, oh, do I.