The First of Many

No one ever said my thoughts were interesting. I just want to make that clear to you right now. I'm not here to be particularly exciting. I'm not an attention whore. I'm just a teenager who happened to stumble across a few cool blogs and decided to make one of my own.

So, what can I tell you about me? I'm 16, and unlike most of the people I know, I'm an active high school student. I actually go to my classes and I freak when I'm late or when I skip. Some call that uncool. I call that actually wanting to do well in life.

When I finally get out of high school, you know, get away from crappy teachers and insanely boring assignments, I want to be a journalist. I want to experience the world, LIVE, and tell everyone about it, whether they care or not. I want to meet the people who are making a difference and, in turn, make a difference myself.

My best friend is my polar opposite. I experience the other side through her. She's pretty much given up on school and has a dream to open her own store one day. I hope she succeeds. She probably will, she's a pretty stubborn and strong girl. For now, I've made it my personal mission to get the girl through high school. Outside of my immediate family, she's the person who I care about most in the world. Even though she terrifies me sometimes, I don't know what I'd do without her.

On Tuesday I have my interview for my school's yearbook exec. I'm going for assistant editor, which means if I get I'll be editor-in-chief in one year's time.

I've recently discovered this guy on YouTube who is honestly the funniest guy I have ever come across there. In less than 5 years I can guarantee that everyone will know his name.
This is his latest video of interest:


I somehow have developed an obsession with that song by Madonna, "Four Minutes."

So on that note, I end my blog. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Much love from the capital of the Great White North,
Phili