Still strugglin'

Okay. Entry #2 and I’m still hesitant about this blog thing. I havn’t decided if this should be like a portal into some of my unspoken thoughts and desires or a weekly record of my usual mishaps and misfortunes. Either way, I’m sure it will turn into “Lesley’s Misadventures Through Love and Romance.” (Editors note: too many ‘mis’ words here. What about just adventures? Fortunes? …Haps?) More importantly, the lack of personal communication that blogs bring about continues to unsettle me. I would rather tell you why I am going to England in September over a cup of coffee, I would rather share my ideals of love while lying in bed with a guy I could fall in love with, and I would rather exchange drunken exploits over a beer. Nevertheless, I don’t have many guys at my door asking me to discuss love in their beds so these are three topics that are likely to come up repeatedly on this blog.

I like this. Writing rants down on paper makes me feel good, like writing the letter I talked about in Entry #1. I also have more free time on my hands this summer than I thought I would, so this is probably going to continue. But just like I hated the way the letter made me sound like a crazy girl, I hate the idea of inaccurately portraying myself here in the cyber world. In real life, I'm pretty cool. I’ve been attacked by an ostrich, chased by an erect naked homeless man and have lived next door to BC’s 2nd most wanted. I’ve had a legit schizophrenic roommate and was asked not to sing in our elementary school production of Fiddler on the Roof by the music teacher. Ask me about it. I tell a good story.