Blog Virginity

How delightfully ironic it is that I should lose my blog virginity on none other than Valentine's Day. A rather damp one at that.
So now down to business. I wish to spare you and myself painful and unnecessary introductory notes such as name, date of birth, place of origin, gender (or lack of distinction thereof). This blog will be a public diary of my thoughts about the world, as a teenager. It is with trepidation which I begin my blogging experience but I intend this to be not a public outlet through which I may stream my experiences, eight year-old girl style, but rather a columnist style....column.
It is to document my aimless ponderings and I decisively purpose to update this as an artistic vent. I wish to write music, plays, books and the like when I get older; this is my crawling-before-walking era.
A rather foolish notion, considering how I will most likely look back on this as a middle-aged retail worker, with a poodle perched on my lap, still living with my parents (god forbid, or perhaps satan willing), and painfully regard my juvenile ambitions with resent and hopelessness.
Maybe I'd best stop here; I shall probably do more harm than good. (If only George Bush had uttered those words earlier.)
I am fully prepared for an audience of nil-one. The one being a technologically illiterate baby boomer who has unknowingly clicked his way to boredom.
The inevitable torpidity of my demographic (myself included) would point to the future of this blog being similar to, say, the monarchy; completely forgotten about, but the security blanket of its existence leaves one oddly content.

Do not take the nature of this particular article to foreshadow future ones. This is but a textual aperatif; the calm before the storm; the front cover of a thriller; the wrapping concealing the chocolate within.

I have a sneaking suspicion this blog will not last long. That it may have the seeds of its own demise planted in this very article. It may transpire to be like socialism; an excitingly splendid idea in theory, but once one has had it once, one never wishes to have it again...
But one must at least attempt commitment, right?

And so it begins.

Maestro.