Couldn't Remember The Greatest Title In The World.

This is my second blog entry today. Cryptic, aren't I?

I have begun a torrid affair with MySpace. Even though I dislike it and think it's all a bit clunky and hard to navigate I have been toying with it. I wrote an entry on the blog bit, and was whisked back to that uncertain time of starting a blog. So many questions. What do I write? Who will care? How many exclamataion marks is too many exclamation marks? Should I do smilies? (Answers: Whatever you want. Everybody and nobody. Two. No, not ever, never please, for me.)

I actually managed to find my first ever entry on another blog which I started before I moved across to Blogger. It went like this:

"Here it is then. My First Internet Diary Entry. I am a bit scared for a couple of reasons. Firstly that I am not going to be cool or funny enough for anyone to read. Secondly that people will read what I have to say, and refuse to be my friends.
In other news, I have just been dumped. What I would really like is for everyone to tell me that I am cool and funny and pretty and nice and deserve cool and funny and pretty and nice things.
Now I really want to publish this so I can look at it and imagine what I would think of me if I wasn't me. That totally makes sense."

I wrote that on the sixteenth of March 2005, at 10.49am. Which is ages ago, really. It is peculiar to think how much has changed since then. So much. In love, in singing, in the ratio of depressed to happy I live in. I have realised I am not American and therefore cannot really get away with writing the word 'totally'. I am over being dumped for the first time ever, and have been dumped a second time since, which I was over within about a day and a half. I now have two blogs and a website, despite possessing the technological aptitude of half a squirrel. I had a fringe back then. Imagine! How times change.

I am about to leave my job, move back home, and go for it all out with this singing lark. Friday October the twenty-seventh will be my last day in my current job, and while I will certainly miss various people, I would never, ever want an office job full time ever again. I don't hate it, and I can see the appeal of it, but I know for a fact that office work is not for me and never will be. For other things I know for a fact will never be for me please see: breakdancing.

When I wrote that entry above I was completely (nay, totally) miserable. I felt depressed, had little to no self-esteem, and had absolutely no idea how to follow this dream of Singing As A Job. I am not about to claim that now I do Singing As A Job, but I know which road I'm on and I'm bloody well not turning off it, even if there is an two-for-one on pancakes offer on at the Little Chef. Thanks to lots of pricey therapy I now have more self-esteem and am not depressed, and I no longer take razors to myself when I hit the skids (frank talking, anyone?). Hurray for relative sanity!

This wasn't meant to be a "I'm cured!" post. It was meant to be slightly braggy about the fact that I have another blog, which, as we all know, is not nerdy and loserish at all. I also wanted to have a bit of laugh at my writing style of yesteryear. Using words such as 'braggy' and 'loserish' have sort of made that second objective impossible, though, and I managed to get the bragging over with in about four lines so I thought I'd pad it out with a small epiphany. I've come so far! I once was lost but now I'm found! I will do anything for love but I won't do that! The usual stuff.

So now I have the two blogs I will have to spend all my time thinking up pithy ways to end posts, because it takes me longer to write the final line and the title than it does to write the entire rest of the post, make a cup of tea and nick a chocolate digestive from the people in Accounts. You might not think so, but it does.

For the forseeable future all titles of posts here will be tributes to Tenacious D songs. Do you get it? Tribute? No, I know, it's a bit complex, really.