Hello Xanga Universe,

     I am brand-spankin' new to the xanga world as of this lovely evening of Sunday, Dec. 7, 2003.  It's the kind of night that would be perfect to cozy up by the fire with your favorite book and just melt into the warm fuzzy darkness of dreams.  However, here I sit in front of my computer sending messages (that probably won't be read by anyone) into the deep void of cyberspace when I should be studying for finals or otherwise worrying about my intellectual development.  Maybe there is some solace in this odd little form of communication.  Afterall, it is a perfect chance to tell a captive world exactly what it is you want to say. 

     I wonder if anyone else out there has had that deep and unquenchable desire to tell the world something.  To let everyone in on your secrets of living a better life.  But what if you finally had such a golden opportunity and simply didn't know what to say?  Such is the pickle I find myself in.  I've always felt that something incredible and unique would happen to me, and then when it did happen I could shout it from the rooftops.  I would finally have something great to offer the world.  Through much trial I have realized that this incredible thing, this singular event that would revolutionize my very existence, was simply and unavoidably: life.  That's it.  I may never be the great musician that fills all my dreams or the poetic writer that could enchant the entire world or the handsome actor of stage and screen, but I can be myself.  I can be myself and no one else, as no one else could ever be me.  So with this charge I set out to share this strange and beautiful experience with you, dear void, in hopes that one day I could look back on my life and say that it was indeed mine.