Atypical Summer Day

And no, I don't mean "a typical".

Clearly none of you readers know me, seeing as as this is my first entry into this or any blog and thus you have no grounds upon which to know me. Me? I'm your typically atypical young female. I can just imagine some of you frowning at your computer screen and thinking (in the oh so eloquent words of Captain Jack Sparrow) "well that's just maddeningly unhelpful."
Well, that's entirely the point isn't it? No one ever really means what they say, least of all women, and even when they do mean what they say, half the time they don't really know what they're saying or even why they're saying it. And now you're thinking "well that's even less than maddeningly unhelpful".
But I digress. Me? I'm your typically atypical young female. Why am I being so maddeningly unhelpful? Because you can never really call yourself typical, no matter how utterly dull and conventional you are. For instance, I'm have an average build, average height and, in my own personal opinion, average looking face (though you all know that my own opinion is far from reliable being that I'm a women and we never mean what we say or say what we mean). Yet despite my typical appearance, I'm far from typical.

To start out with, I like to shop, but not for clothes. In fact, I despise shopping for clothes. Oh I like clothes to be sure. They're a fantastic way of expressing how seriously you take yourself to the world. But I hate buying them. It's all way too much fuss to have to run around a big store trying on everything that I like. Don't even get me started on shoes... No, I like to shop for other things. Most of the time I fool myself into thinking I'm shopping for necessities, but half the time I walk into a (God forbid I use the word) mall I end up waltzing out with a bag full of goodies and a far lighter bank account. I buy games. A lot of them. And not just for myself, which has been the bane of my bank account for a very long time. I'm also not a fashion mogul or a self-proclaimed diva. I mentally kick people like that in the face (and I only do it mentally because physically kicking them would be violent and that just goes against my laid-back nature now doesn't it? Besides, it would be far too much effort). I'm a gamer and a mediocre artist. It's what I waste all of my time doing when I should be finding work or studying for my upcoming exams. Writing all of this is making me feel like some narcissistic douche who enjoys preening on about themselves.

If any of you have made it this far I don't know whether to congratulate you or smack you in the face and tell you to go do something constructive. None of this really makes any sense and you'll never get back the five minutes of your life that it took to read all this shit.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, unlike most girls I hate to keep a diary. I find it pointless and stupid. I mean, if you're going to address a book in first person then you might as well do it the fun way and be tripping at the time. Or at least fantastically drunk. I don't do it. But I am writing a blog. If you say it's the same thing then I'm going to have to ask you to log off the Internet and never come back under pain of being slapped in the face.
To be honest I have no idea what made me decide to start writing all of this nonsense. Maybe I figured I'd amuse myself. Or maybe I should be honest and say I want to amuse you, dear readers. But from the looks of this rubbish all I'm probably doing is making you run screaming from the room with the intention of pouring some acidic substance into your eyes so you never have to see it this blog again.
But can you really blame me for all my nonsensical rambling? It's bloody hot out and I can't focus on much of anything other than the ridiculous temperature. Why do I say today of all days is atypical? Because I feel like it's atypical. It's a typically hot day in summer in a typically hot country and I haven't done much besides write this utter crap all day. But it's still atypical because today is not yesterday and it's not tomorrow. It's today. And no day in the history or future of the world can ever really call itself today again. I think that's pretty atypical, don't you?

Well, nonsensical nonsense aside, I think I've lost my point. Or maybe in losing it I found it again and proved it without realising it. Maybe next time I have the audacity to type out an entry to my blog it'll be something that even I might actually understand.