baaaaa-logging.

Ugh, blogging.

I've never had a thing against blogs, but once I decided to get one myself to document my study abroad trip it was a different story.

This is retarded.

I think to be a successful blogger you need to not have a filter that blocks from brain to keyboard. Unfortunately, I have a filter. Stream of conciousness doesn't really flow well outside of my head. Right now, if I were a good blogger, I would be telling you how 'Do you Hear the People Sing' from the musical Les Miserables is stuck in my head on repeat. Or how on the way back from the movie I just saw, I spotted a women pushing a baby stroller while wearing a sweatshirt that said...

'Just cover me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians.'

But I can't. Jane says that I need to try it for two months, and see how it goes. I give myself a week. Hopefully, I'll pull through with pointless and meaningless facts about Britian and the highly exciting life I'm living, but I have doubts. I blame Mary for my pessimism. (Sorry mom!)

The highlight of my day for example, was finding a type of thai rice in the grocery store that I can make dinner with.

My excitement is already limited to domestic purposes. I feel I'm going to make it far in life.

So, here it is. My attempt at an online diary.