The only thing left, is to begin

To those who know me well, they know that when I die, I will leave shoe boxes filled with used notebooks, which they can use to write my eulogy. I've always been the girl who writes. I always carry a notebook, and at any given moment, can be found jotting down some random thought that popped into my head, or vigorously writing about something that caught my interest. Sometimes I write personal stories, other times I make them up, it all depends on my mood.

So as I sit in my cozy dorm room tonight, surfing the same eight Facebook accounts that never change (because those people are probably asleep or doing homework like a normal person), watching reruns of Friends, procrastinating the pile of reading that I still have to do (and probably won't), when I stumbled upon my friend Lucy's blog. I read a few posts (very interesting) and thought to myself "Self, why can't I do this?" I mean think about it, I love to write, I'm scatterbrained beyond all reason, and my shoe boxes are going to take up space.

So, I've decided to start a blog. A place to organize my thoughts, and maybe even get some readership. You all might think I'm crazy, think this is the worst blog you've ever read, but I'm ok with that. It's a place for me to write, and a place for me express myself in writing (because let's be honest, it's going to take a while for me to that in the real world.) I intend to write about my experiences, as well as revisit some of my best pieces in my notebooks. 

So here we are now. my first entry. Now the only thing left to do is begin.