It's a new year, a fresh start. Let's get serious.

Well. It's 2010. I'll be half way through high school in less than six months. I'm just another fifteen year old girl with big dreams. 2010 is a solid number. It's going to be a solid year. The main purpose, or... I suppose, the reason I'm starting this, is so I can put a link on an application I'm filling out. I'm going to be posting a lot of my writing, most of it a few years old, but some more recent. Almost none of it is finished, but that's where you come in.
I'm sort of making this up as I go along. I'm not into the whole video blogging (logging?) thing, reading and writing is a different way of engaging in thought. Watching and listening, although presumably effective, is perhaps a little less intellectual?
I like making things up. I like talking with people (not to them, I hate talking TO people, I much prefer a double sided conversation) and working their words into my creations. I don't know how this whole blogging thing works, really I have no clue. But, maybe with some sort of feedback I could start working on a big project? Maybe all these unfinished tidbits are just in need of a little push?
Some of it's poetry, some of it is just thoughts scribbled down. A lot of the stuff I'm going to post is super personal, and every word actually means something, but I'm probably not going to tell you what. It might be frustrating, but life is, so.... so there.
Maybe I'll just end up blogging like a normal blogger.... is blogging normal? What is normal? I really hate that word. I'm probably going to end up ranting a lot. I'm very goal orientated and not very good and following rules. English rules. My paragraph structure is probably jaw-drappingly awful and gob-stopperingly difficult to chew.
But alas, I continue to write. I'm not concerned, yet, where this is exactly going, I'm sure I will start to figure things out. Maybe that's my goal; to set a goal. To figure things out. How long do I have, a year? One month?
The application is due on the seventh of February but I have a sneaky suspicion this ab-normal blogging tick is going to stick with me.
Hopefully I don't get limes disease. Or carpol tunnel.
Ps. I can't spell, but I love words.
I love life.

PPS. I do not want to die and be buried in a little grave in a town no one has heard of. I want to inspire greatness. I want people to know who I am. I want to have respect and in turn distribute my passion across the entire world.

I want to start fires in everyone's soul. I want every single person in the world to find the thing that drives them every morning out of bed. The passion, the fire, the meaning. I want to give to the world. I want to make things make sense... to everyone, especially me. I want to learn about everything.

I get carried away and excited sometimes. My passion is expression. What's yours?