Ladybirds.

Today is Monday, July 16, 2012. Absolutely nothing of significance has happened today. The most exciting thing I've done is paint my fingernails. My older brother broke a bottle of olive oil. And other than that, nothing of consequence or even worthy of mention has transpired.

I'm utterly bored, to say the least.

I don't have many days to just lounge around and be lazy. And God knows once school starts, those days will be even rarer. But for now...it's kind of nice.

Maybe I'll talk about myself here. These first posts are meant for introductions, aren't they? I'm Alyssa. I'm 17, and I live in South Florida. I live with my mom, my brother (during the summer months and breaks from school), and two dogs. We live in a charming, if slightly drab and constantly-needing-repair, suburbian chateau. Honestly, I'm no different from any other seventeen-year-old with a blog. I don't have many unique interests, I don't have many daring adventures or interesting stories. I'm just a quiet girl with a loud imagination. And I'm trying really hard to hold onto my last shred of childhood.

I'm afraid of college. I'm afraid of growing up. I'm afraid of mortgages and taxes and minivans. I can't fathom furniture shopping. But I suppose it's inevitable. No bursts of stardust will transform me into Peter Pan.

See what I mean? I'm not very original. I guess it's a common fear for everyone.

I like painting my fingernails, and going to the gym (which I guess is a bit uncommon, but I work there too, and it's the place where I spend most of my non-lounging time). I have friends, and a boyfriend, and an expensive DSLR camera to document the things I do. When I actually do things. 

I'm hoping to actually blog consistently throughout this year. I just want to stick to it because...it's my last year of high school, you know? The last hoorah. I suppose it'd be nice to have somewhere to talk about college applications and IB stresses and all the shitstorms I'm thoroughly anticipating this year, and this is the alternative to writing in my journal, which has a limited amount of pages and a tendency to make my hand cramp up (there's a word for that, I'm sure). Which is unfortunate, because I do like to write by hand, but...I like to talk more. Especially about myself. And isn't the blogosphere the perfect place to host that sort of narcissism?

I suppose so.

So anyway, here it is. July 16th. 4:13 p.m. Let's see if I actually follow through with this one.