you probably think this song is about you.

This is my first blog, which in many social circles makes me somewhat of an enigma, although I won't deny posting two entries in a livejournal in which I discussed how I hate myself and everyone I know- this reminds me that we are all, in fact, the same person.

I have been back on facebook for maybe 10 minutes and it has already consumed my life.

I have typed at least 3 paragraphs in this space and erased them all. My inability to finish a thought is making me reconsider everything I know about myself and if this continues I might never succeed in blog writing or in the free world.

I hope to steer away from a "dear diary" format and provide some pointedly intellectual insight into what it means to: "take a year off," become employed by someone who wants you take care of their children and live with them, be 19 and alone in a country where you only know how to say "pants on fire," "party with cheese," and "I don't speak spanish."

This isn't about leaving to "find myself"- because I'm not really sure what that means- and I'm not running away from school or responsibility or my parents (this may or may not be true).

I think that I know that I want an interesting life. Besides, I need material for my first book.

I unequivocally promise that there will not be a dull moment (I won't write about them anyway) and everything I write will be 85% truth, 10% censored, and 5% exaggerated for the benefit (and comfort) of the reader.

Next time: How to Pack for a Year-long Trip.

"We're all tourists, sort of. Life is tourism, sort of."- Chuck Klosterman (you're going to be hearing from him very often. he's my new jake gyllenhaal.)