First Blog Post Ever

Wow.
It's literally the first word that goes through my mind at the thought of what I'm doing.
I'm speechless.
Blogging has always been something I am intrigued by, addicted to actually, and yet for some reason at this point in my short life it is just dawning on me that maybe I should try it too.

My name is Alina; that's all I'll say.
I'm young and odd; I'm a teenager, but spending these ever so confusing years acting as if there's nothing to be puzzled by.
Because truly I believe that. I come from a strong, loving, good family, who has always shown support for me and put their elite clan before themselves.
I have never really been bullied; I have caring friends, and have never been through to horrible of an ordeal. My family and friends are healthy and content, so why should I be like all the other dazed and confused teenagers around me?

At least, this is what I thought. Now, at the precious age I am, I am beginning to realize that I may be more troubled inside than I ever imagined. Instinct automatically contradicts that statement: there's nothing wrong with me, there shouldn't be. But my annoying, hormonal teenage mind says otherwise.

This year has been an interesting year. Basically, I've failed miserably: my squeaky-clean, straight A's are forever gone, and I really let myself go, both internally and externally.. But it's taught me a lot.

This year I've learned that I am addicted to the computer. I've learned that yes, your grades WILL go down if you start becoming lazy; no sweetie, homework WON'T do itself, no matter how exhausted you are.

So I've basically been lazy and very unlike-me this year, and it's really biting me back at this point in my life. But, and I smile as I write this, it was a GREAT wake-up call, and I feel SO much better again! Like I can get my life back together again, in so many ways. I feel like I've been a bear, hibernating all through the uncomfortable and depressing winter (though winter is my favorite season, so maybe this isn't a good comparison), and FINALLY, at long last, I'm waking up! The sky is so beautiful, bright blue again, a warm breeze tickles my face, and I can't stop smiling because the old me is back!

Now, that's how I feel right now, at this moment. When I enter the cement floor of my old, yet extremely prestigious high school at 7:40 in the morning, groggy and complaining about how pointless school right now when everyone else is out, or how difficult school is, I'm obviously not feeling as cheery as I am now. But I guess writing brings up this happy side of me, since venting about your feelings and your life can be quite therapeutic, you see :)

Well, it's getting sort of late (8:45 PM) for a school night, since I still have to do a bucketload of things to prepare for yet another day of school. But this blog has without a doubt been very beneficial: simply writing just this one entry has already made me sure that I will continue writing more blogs, in a daily manner, hopefully. Alas! This is a test for me: you see, my dreary self, the one that I've been all this year, would make a promise of committment but not follow through it; but my old, lovely self- well she would keep her promise. So you see, this is a test to see whether I can keep my promise, which really goes down to whether I'm turning back into my regular self.

Only time will tell.