A sad beginning.

This is a last minute blog made in the last few minutes of a forgettable January day in the home (in a closet) of a rather unremarkable teenage girl not fit for daytime cable or "reality" TV standards. And since it took her about five minutes to fabricate that rather unremarkable sentence, you know this is going to be a very long night.

The details of my person are of no importance except my age, what I feel is the only thing I represent: the hundreds of thousands of masses of males and females in the fourteen to nineteen age range that fit no stereotype other than the ones bestowed upon them by their generous older generations. According to statistics on news channels and newspapers and magazines most teenagers are angst and hormone filled, acting upon sex and confused identities who have no other way of expressing themselves by conforming to non-conformity (or vice versa), and thus with their ever lowering IQs turn to alcoholic parties, yelling at their parents, being disrespectful with their attitude-filled ways, and overall are molded into the angry, ignorant and misinformed consumers of our bright and hopeful future.

I feel I do not fit this typical teenage persona that the media has put on me; however, I also find no comfort in having no ties to every sub-stereotype of teenager that I am exposed to at school or in public. This would of course either make me a "Normal" or "Awkward" teenager, no? This could be argued both ways, but I don't feel like I fit into those categories either.

So what does that make me? Who do I represent in the misunderstood Teenage world? I conclude, dear reader, that I fall into no category but the endless pit of nothing, what I called No Man's Land of teenage life. My identity is not confused because it never existed, something that many teenagers across this nation, perhaps even the world feel as they see themselves placed in a mindset of bland nonethingness, yearning to be a something out of nothing.

Okay now I'm just getting overly dramatic and I haven't even stated why I made this last minute blog in the first place. I feel lost, looking for something I never had, trying to think and create about something I've never felt or seen. People have placed these adjectives on me that could fall under the same tags as "cereal", so this blog is an effort to change all of this.

I plan to post in this blog on a regular basis hopefully until I turn nineteen (a little over a year, seeing as my birthday is in eleven days) all in the effort to get out of this nasty rut that I'm stuck in and in time become a Somebody. Perhaps in the time I'm on this site I will also shed a little light on the overwhelming population of adolescents who are a little fuzzy on the statistics and regular schemas of our society. And maybe on the way I'll find a real direction for this blog, if I can't for myself.

I am not overly smart, nor charming. I have no real achievements to my name, no special skills or talents to speak of, no althetic abilities no charisma, no real passions or hobbies. Not a lot of confident or self-esteem. No weight to my name. No real worth. No importance. I am the epitamy of average, but maybe in some small way, I can improve that over the next year and become that Somebody I've always wanted to be.


Man this sounded so much better when I was tired.

Wish me luck,
tCC.