So this is my first post and, inevitably, I have no idea what to write about. Shall I just start by talking about why I decided to do this whole thing in the first place?
Well it was all my friend’s fault. They were the ones which made me make this blog since blogs were ‘so much fun’. I read their own but I’m not much of an internet junkie. It takes me forever to update my Facebook or twitter and I really find no interest in ‘checking in’ every day to see if someone commented on that picture or status I put up.
That’s why I have no idea wether I’ll be updating this at all. I’m guessing that my friends are the only one’s who are going to read it, and I’m suppose to post my ‘thoughts’ or whatever onto this. Yay. I don't keep a diary or journal and it seems hardly necessary to put something like that on a world-wide net.
‘Dear Diary, I love. . .’
I came up with the idea of my weird blog name because of this book of my mother’s that she left on the bed and I was flicking through. It was actually called ‘a man’s view of the world’ I thought I should spice it up a bit with something entertaining and really hard to remember when you type it into the search bar.
Well, firstly, I’m not a man. I’m a woman. Which seems odd for me to be saying, although I am a woman, or teenager, in case you were wondering about what I was going on about. Maybe I should have called my blog ‘a crazy woman’s view of the world,’ you know, get rid of all that sexism that floats around these days. But it doesn’t matter, if anyone reads this or my ‘About Me’ they’ll understand that I’m a woman, and my display name really points it out since I’ve never yet met a man named ‘Natalie’.
So this appears to be a rather long post. Shall I end it here? I think I shall.
If you think this post has, strangely, entertained you then come back for more. Until then, see you around.
