In the beginning

I can't even count how many blogs I've had in my lifetime. I wonder if it's a testament of my inability to ever complete something I start. I just erase something and start over, thinking the next one will be better. I'll stick to this one.
Well, in my own defense, my Harlaxton blog is still up. I just can't access it. Someone decided to be a winner and hack my gmail account which connects to blogspot.
So here's a promise to myself:
This is the one.
This is the one that will work.
I also promise to myself to be 100% completely open and honest. I don't think my other blogs worked because I was always worried someone will read it and get upset by what I write. But in all honesty, who is going to read this? I did so well with my first opendiary because I was honest and wrote about what I was truly feeling. Isn't that the point of a blog?
I want to introduce myself, but I know myself well enough to know that who I am will eventually be distributed throughout my posts. I can't not talk about how awesome I am. Kidding.
I'm procrastinating my homework because my comm partner is....okay, I need to stick with my promise....difficult. I don't feel like going into it because I've ranted enough.
Today was just another mundane Monday. Get up. Go to class. Discuss Emma. Go to work. Do mind numbing office assistant duties. Come home. Eat dinner. Watch Boston Legal with mom and dad (that part is not so mundane). Homework. Bed.
Do it all over again.

For someone so young and vivacious, my life is boring.

Maybe I can keep up with sarcasm and not make this blog dramatic?
Challenge accepted.

Edit.
(Cue Regina Spektor - Edit)


Dear Comm Partner,

Please do not text me Sunday night after a whole weekend without hearing from you, chastising me for not getting anything done. I know this is important and a part of our grade.
But then, you avoid my questions about what part of this you would like to do. After telling me you would send me your information after an hour, I wait 4 hours for you to send me links to articles to read. Two of them have nothing to do with our topic. One of them is the link I had found and sent you.
Then you finally choose which arguments you are going to use. It is after midnight the night before the practice debate and you still have sent me nothing.
So this is me, saying as nicely as I can:
Screw it, I'm going to bed.