The First
I don't know why this is such a huge deal for me. It's only a blog, right? Only an online journal where only I'm going to be reading all of the boring things that I do during the day. And of course all of the rambling nonsense that I'm constantly thinking about. So why am I so nervous? I shouldn't be. Although, I don't really know what exactly to do, or what to say, or where to begin. I, of all people should know. All I do during the day is read other people's blogs, so I know what all goes on. I suppose this could be an introduction entry...so I guess I'll just start then.
At the moment, I'm at work, pretending to be doing something extremely important. I am a receptionist for a business that can afford to have me sit around with nothing to do. It's not a glamorous position at all, and if you must know, I only did it for my mother and because I thought that the chances of them helping me move over to London increased enormously. Why to London? Of all the places in the world to live and experience, I chose London? Well, aside from the history of the place, the fact that it's an amazing city, and there's so much I could learn, my boyfriend lives there. Ah, yes.
Anyway, I remain on the third floor where I do random jobs that anyone with two neurons could accomplish. Turns out that they can't help me move over to London. Or, they can, it'll just take far too long. Now I'm looking for alternative ways to fly away...again. Until then though, I remain behind my computer screen, trying always to constantly deal and live my life in Virginia.
And with that, my blog is born.