And here goes... something?

I've been inspired.  Or rather, I've been provided with material for inspiration - whether or not that inspiration will last, I cannot say - in the form of the blogs of two of my dear friends, which I discovered only last night.  Upon reading their delightful ramblings, I was struck by the thought that, "Hey, this is not a terrible idea," and decided to give it a shot, in the hopes that, a) I will develop something of a writing style and improve my writing in general (rumor has it these skills will be useful at university), and, b) I will correct or compensate for whatever defect has been either the cause or the result (not sure which) of my apparently-unsusual inability to keep any kind of a personal journal or diary.  Really, I don't write, other than school assignments and such, and people (my mother) have told me this is weird and that everyone writes and that it's probably emotionally unhealthy for me that I don't.  In theory, having an audience will encourage me to actually write on a regular basis.  That said, I don't know that I'll actually have an audience, but at least I can imagine I do, and as previously discussed, this will theoretically result in behaviors that are intrinsic in developing (what I consider) useful skills, and are considered by the general public and all kinds of emotional specialists (my mother) to be healthy. Or something.

Now that you have my motives, albeit in the convoluted and absurd form in which they appear in my head, the mission:  to document my literal and metaphorical journey to ***COLLEGE***.  Or university or whatever.  (Yes, that was anticlimactic.  I apologize.)  Whether or not anyone's actually reading this, the mission will give me a reason to write (thus fulfilling the goals from my motives).  As an added bonus, the mission will allow me an escape clause, i.e., if I discover that I despise blogging with a fiery passion, or that I'm sad because no one's reading my blog, or that it's sucking up too much time, at the end of my journey to college, I can stop and say, "I've accomplished what I came here to do, and I'm finished now, and there's nothing you can do about it.  Bwahahahahahah."  If nothing else, I'll end up with a documentation of what I feel is a fairly monumental portion of my life.  After all, is not documentation what the internet is all about?  Making all information available to all people by documenting it all in this all-consuming mass of all-ness?  (Did I use the word 'all' enough times in that sentence?)  Hmmmm.  Maybe, or maybe that's a completely ridiculous concept.  Anyways, it's my concept to throw about, and thus is yours to judge.  Let the judging commence.  Or don't, if you prefer -  you can just ponder if you'd like.  Or you can just ignore it, because really, I won't know if you do.  In any case, I thought I might as well add my stamp to this internet-beast whilst I accomplish the mission.  And now, I've mentioned the mission quite enough without actually saying anything about it, don't you think?

Unfortunately for you, this is just an introductory post, so you'll just have to wait for the next one (within the week?) to read about the phenomenally exciting adventures I'm having preparing for university.  You're just sitting on the edges of your chairs writhing in anticipation, aren't you?  I'm sure.  Until then, adieu.

I'm listening to:  Gustav Mahler's Symphony No. 9 in D major, performed by Bernard Haitink and the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra

I'm reading:  The Return of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle