An Introduction... of Sorts

Let me start off by saying that I am not good with introductions. Mostly online however (I learned to sell myself to strangers IRL in college, a necessary skill) because I never felt the need or want to make some cutesy "OMG HELLO ^____^" post for people to gawk and pass over. I always jumped into conversations because... well shit, it's easier on forums because it's like having a very slow conversation you can just butt your ass into without apologizing.

Since, I've always shied away from writing in blogs, or even updating my miserably under-used LiveJournal. Mostly because I know people don't care about what I write, especially if I lock the damn thing so fucking frequently, but also because my friends have moved on. So I need to move on. I need a clean sheet of paper to puke my mind-guts onto right now. Not because I have something worth saying, but because I need to say something. So let me tell you about myself:

I'm 22.

I graduated from (THE) George Washington University with a B.A. in Japanese Language and Literature.

I come from a middle-class academic family with 2 cats whom I care more about than most of my relatives or my own dwindling mental capacity.

I have everything I need to keep myself satisfied, but I'm not.

I have no job.

I have no direction.

And worst of all, I have big dreams that I don't have the balls to fulfill. I regard myself as a toughie, but I'm really a gigantic fucking wuss.

As for my big dreams? I want to become a writer. I want to get published. I want to make people laugh, cry, rage, and think - the whole fuckin' magilla.

... But I haven't written anything. I'm only just now, after sitting on my own imagination for over a decade, pouring my little story-to-be onto paper (for real this time, I swear!!) then finally onto the computer, and maybe one day into someone else's hands. I share the same bullshit dream with a million other people, but I still think I can get somewhere.

I just haven't done anything yet.

So here I am. Plugging away, and hoping, praying, that this time, this write-though will be different. I mean, I'm not putting my eggs all in one basket, though: I've been putting out my resume like crazy, and if a full-fledged 40 hour a week slog just isn't in my hand then fuck it - I'll go back to school and study and mom would understahahaha! Maybe this whole blogging thing will kick my ass into gear. God knows I feel "inspired" already.

So let me try again. Let me try to keep up and keep writing.

We're doing this, man. We're making this happen.

LET'S DO THIS.