Monday, November 03, 2003

Blank page phobia 

'If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but...'

So I have my very own shiny new blog. That is, I'm calling it a blog to avoid admitting that this is truly just another angsty teeny journal.

But how to begin? You see, before I became a blogger-wannabe, I was like you. You, on the other side of that screen. Yes, you. With the red hair, scratching your nose...that's disgusting!

Where was I? Ah, yes, I was a voyeur, a reader, one of those IP addresses that bloggers wondered about ("another Australian stalker?"). In my wanderings about the blogosphere, I found some Really Good Shit™ out there. Wit, irony, pathos, riveting travelogues, insightful treatises, fabulous fiction, amusing anecdotes. Of course, all this has made me terribly anxious. What shall my blog be about? A confessional for my deep dark secrets (Milo from can: 2 tablespns, v. bad), a sanctum for my Inner Poet (or Inner Plagiarist), a place for sHouTouTz (yO mA hOmiEz pEePz!! lol!)?

So I looked to my mentors (stalkees) for guidance. And lo, it seems some had growing pains as well. Ernie of LYD first burst into the public sphere with these words of wisdom. Others, such as Miguel of Metamorphosism, Mike of Hunkabutta, and Shauny of WNP just jumped in headfirst. And some began with a little manifesto of introduction and intention, like Mark of 19th floor and Doc Van Hee of Hermes.

As it seems I've already started on the latter path, here goes. I am a 17 year-old Melbourne girl, Vietnamese in blood, Australian in upbringing. I'm in Year 12 at CLP** and really should be studying for my VCE exams. Maths on Friday! eep. I'm an aspiring polyglot (am currently in awe of languagehat ) who is really not even bilingual. But who really cares about all this? Why should this blog hold your attention? Well. Good question. I don't know myself. Off you go, nice meeting you.

Still here? I suppose I'll have to think of something, then. Let's see. This is a place for me to discover my voice and practise writing. To vent, muse, procrastinate, as well as register my memories of this bizarre time, on the brink of adulthood and moving out of this little cocoon into the Real World. And if I do eventually move interstate, to let my friends, family and parole officers know what I'm up to. Perhaps to share interesting web tid-bits with whoever cares.

So bear with me, comment from time to time so this blog doesn't become one of the 66%.


*Full disclosure: I had to look up this line. Incidentally, I found a"Famous First Lines" test, for which I got a score of 80%. Woot, educated guessing.

**Jumbled to confound evil search-engine monkeys and school officials (it's up to you to decide whether that "evil" applies to both terms)

Apologies about the excess of brackets. Move over, Gail Graham. "Hopelessly parenthetical my...foot.

# posted at 3:51 pm

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