An Inevitable Failure in the Making

     I don't refer to myself when I say "failure in the making"; I'm too full of myself to be that pessimistic. I merely refer to my inability to maintain journal-like texts: diary entries, actual journals, and, of course, blogs. I can't be the only one with this inability, right? Right? 

     

     Oh, whatever. My search for answers will fall on blind eyes anyway. It's not like anyone will actually read this blog let alone take the time to comment on it. And, as I just mentioned above, I'm a total failure at maintaining stuff like this so don't get too invested in my writings (not that anyone will, of course) because that will only lead to disappointment on your part. 

     I've created this blog out of boredom and...yeah, just boredom. No other reason besides that really. I guess it's nice to have my thoughts organized in a convenient, online-y format too. And it's also comforting to know that random Internet people will be reading my ramblings that went astray from my Train of Thought. (Again, not that anyone will actually read this.) 

     "What will be on this snazzy blog?" I ask Myself.

     "God knows," Myself replies.

     I couldn't have said it better myself. Really, whatever I type goes, so yeah. What will most likely be on this blog, however, are my rants on how boring my summer vacation is, writing related stuff, reading related stuff, fencing related stuff, and Me related stuff.

     "Hey!" I and Myself protest.

     "You're included too," Me says with an eye roll. "Imbeciles," Me mutters. 

...I literally have no idea where that Me, Myself, and I crap came from. My brain hurts right now. 

Signing off. 

Adieu.