Only If you're listening...

Only If You're Listening...

8 little words sum it all up... I cannot believe I have started a blog. Perhaps this is characteristic of myself, perhaps not. I suppose I could have seen this coming all along, although knowing myself I highly doubt I will be able to keep up with things. Other than a journal found near old VHS tapes recording my trials and tribulations from the depths of middle school, I do not write where others can see. And not to say anyone will subscribe to such a nonsensical publication such as this, although I would like to almost wish one person out there in the cosmic void would find something ultimately interesting about what I have to say.

Seeing as this is my first post, I don't want to simply ramble on about trivial events going on in my life. "Today, I sat in a cubicle".... interested yet? Thought so. "Life is like a box of chocolates..." might even be a step up. Shall I begin with an introduction about myself? I think that almost might be necessary. To better understand my writings now and in the future, you should begin by learning a little about myself as the author.

But first, let's just pretend I'm writing this blog on the side of a tiny café in Europe in the early morning with a French musician playing the accordion in a beret nearby. Wait, that might be too cliché. Let's just say there is French music playing, sans the beret (yes, sans is a French word that happened to apply here... see, it's practically like I am there). Oh, the view from the Seine... j'adore Paris! Hold on one moment... I need to take a sip of my café au lait. "How wonderful today is..."

Yeah, okay. Let's be real. The accordion would severely bother me. Not nearly as much as an out-of-tune violinist, but still pretty bad. Realistically, I wouldn't pay either musician a stipend for the serenade. Although I would love to listen to a little of Debussy's Clare de Lune while sipping my coffee in this imaginary café, it would not be something to sing along to while driving down the (right side of the) road in my car. In all honesty, my guilty pleasure is listening to hip hop and R&B. Who doesn't love something with a good beat and easy flow of lyrics? Furthermore, I am certainly not a morning person. Even if I were writing this in a French café, it would not be in the early morning. I don't get up before noon, so forget about it. Rather, I'm writing this closer to midnight sitting on my bed wearing my PJs. That's more like it. Boring, yes, but simple, which is precisely how I felt this first post should be written. Short and simple, just like myself.

And that's all you really need to know for starters. I'm just a girl daydreaming about a life in Europe (namely France, I watch FRIENDS with French subtitles all the time), obsessed with good music (my life revolves around it), love to take naps and sleep in late, and am short (in height) and simple (in the fact that I am very go with the flow).

Feel like you know me yet? Now I feel we can begin...