The Usual Introductory Post

Blimey - the worst part about blogging: the first post! There are so many ways this could go. I could rant on about issues that make my blood boil; I could write sob stories about the hard times; I could document my self-discovery; I could gossip about celebrities that I love and hate...or all of the above. Though I don't quite know at this time what the purpose of this blog is, I'll just assume that it is genre-less. Whatever is on my mind will be here.

I don't want to move right into something important because I've probably ALREADY bored you half to death, and the things I do consider important will have posts all to their own. So I'll just do what I do best: talk about myself.

Assuming I am a stranger to you, my name is Kaytee. As of right now, I am 15 years old, and in 10th grade at a magnet school (public, but to which you have to apply - it's a great school, but it's not like it's very hard to get in). My GPA is disgusting, but because I have high ambitions, that is something I am trying to fix before it's too late. Just thinking about it causes me stress, but what else is school made for? I'm easy to get along with if you're either liberal or moderate or a tad conservative, but hardcore conservatives probably wouldn't be able to stand me. I'm a right-brained leftie, and perhaps a new-age hippie without the drugs.

My life revolves around the following things: Freddie Mercury, liberalism, writing, self-discovery, agnosticism with Buddhist influence, my best friend Selena, and Myspace. Most of the time, I find myself scorning other people in my age-group; they seem so shallow and so preoccupied with their clothes and hair and boyfriends, not seeming to grasp the concept that in all honesty, nothing they do is important. But then I have to slap my own wrist and remind myself that they're just doing what they do, that they'll grow out of it, and that one day, I'll be able to engage in meaningful conversation with them.

Sometimes I feel like a poseur, and I hope that I don't give you a self-important vibe. It's not that I think I'm better than anyone else, because if you could look into my soul, you would see that I've got as many problems as they do. But somebody has to be rational. Somebody has to watch as the world falls into the hands of idiots who keep knocking each other up and hating others just for their style of dress. And, fortunately or unfortunately, it's me. Living with these people is tedious, but I have to live with them, just as they have to live with me.

I'm feeling rather pessimistic, so I'll stop here before I make a fool of myself. I've got work to do.


And there you have it,
Kaytee.