The story starts like this

Hello to you all, I see you have found my page. How absolutely lovely. I hope you weren't frightened by those two zebras! Now why would you be? It's just a picture, but you see, sometimes pictures can be frightening...

Okay, so I have no idea what came over me and why I initiated to write an introduction like that. Today being Saturday I decided to perform a childhood ritual that I had left behind; watching cartoons in the morning. Okay so I did wake up @ 11 and there was 1 show left and it was so practically stupid, I am a firm believer that television was so much better when I was a child (Remember Hey Arnold, Drake and Josh, The Rugrats?). Anyways, so the show started off with a creepy old guy opening a book and he talked like I had wrote above, it was down right creepy but I couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe that's why I wrote that introduction? Have you had your chuckle yet? If not, I guess that will be my task for another post.

Hey Arnold + Childhood shows + Drake and Josh

I am absolutely thrilled ever since I received an amazing gift from my parents. Today, I blog from a different location. Where are you blogging from Dea? I am blogging from my bedroom, my parents were so kind as to buy me a laptop for school. I was so thrilled, do you know how much more comfortable it is to blog from your bed than a hard chair? It is SO much better, but when school comes (the day is slowly creeping up) then the free spirit inside of me will be trapped as I need to study everyday because diplomas are coming and I'm scared out of my wits. Despite the immense amount of bravery I may appear to have, I am afraid of 3 main things. Heights, time and failure. Heights because I am afraid of plummeting to my death, and also I feel no such sense of adrenaline, my body numbs with fear. Time is an interesting fear, it's not so much a fear as it is a nervous bugging hassle. You see I find there are so many wonderful and interesting things to go but there is never enough time. There are so many books I'd love to read but there isn't simply enough time. Whenever I walk into a bookstore (especially the older ones that contain both classic/old books and newer ones) I feel as though they're mocking me. Loving literature makes ones brain hurt. And finally failure, imagine working so hard and the result is failure. What do you do if you're a failure? You curl up in the fetal position rock yourself back and forth while you descend into the darkness? I hope not! I'm working hard so I don't fail, but that ill idea lingers in my mind from time to time.

I chose this glorious image because it captivates the true essence of my personality, no matter what situation I may be in, I know I am my own best person. I can be confident being who I am, that's why in more cases than none, I am not afraid to humiliate myself in public. It's those who take chances that live thrilling lives.