Well, I have to admit, I have had a blog before. Back in, um, last year, I believe? Either 2005 or 2004.
What happened to it? Live Journal happened to it. And then what happened to Live Journal? My Space happened to it. Facebook tried to make it happen, but we just didn't gel all that well. Fuck 'networks'.
As you can see, I still have a link to my My Space page. I don't hate it, in fact I kind of like it. A lot of people I know in 'real life' have a page, as My Space manages to reach out to those who are slightly technologically impaired.
So, i'm still yet to go full-circle with the creation of this blog. But we'll see what happens.
I don't know who I’m introducing myself to (probably myself in 50 years when I go back and read this...if it even still exists), but I’m Shelley. I'm currently 18 and at the start of uni holidays. Just finished first year of Arts/Marketing at Monash in Caulfield. It's a good course, and I’m the laziest student on Earth. A perfect marriage, some might say.
As a person, i'm constantly curious about how I’m perceived. Self-conscious, perhaps? Possibly. But the direct relationship between the term 'self-conscious' and 'physical appearance' disturbs me. We don't all see it like that. When I think of my own personal 'self-consciousness', I’m referring to how people see me as a human being. Hopefully a decent one.
I understand that I’m a complex person. I don't even understand me. I don't know how I have friends.
I have a lot of thoughts, and I also understand that a lot of these thoughts make no sense to the majority of people. But this is why I’ve bothered to create this blog.
I don't want to start a 'revolution of thinking' with this blog, or even keep it as some sort of summer diary. I have a tendency to get uptight about order, and keeping things like this perfect.
I want this blog to serve as a source of spontaneity for my thoughts.
And I suppose, that in the end, all this rambling is just another way of saying 'this blog has will probably only make sense and feel sensible to me'.
God. I'm complicated. And very, very tired. I cringe at the thought that some people are actually starting the day, and here I am, sitting on my bed, still trying draw my day to an end.
I think i'll do it right now.
- Shelley xx
