Welcome to the 2nd and Revised edition of my Blogger. First, to be honest, sucked. I can't promise this won't suck either, but at least I am gonna like it better.

1. Who are you?

No one, to be honest. No one interesting. On the practical side, I'm a girl, I'm twenty four, I am not in any way deformed. I work with languages; I work part-time for a small company who is happy exploiting me and I also work as a freelance at home.

I'm not married, although I have lived with my boyfriend for more than a year now so most of the time I consider him more as husband than a boyfriend. In this blog, I will refer to him as Belendor. We are decently happy together. We don't have children yet, but we do have a little spotted cat, who shall be renamed as Cow in this blog.

We currently have a rommate, Arwen. She used to be best friends with both of us, but the relation deteriorated rapidly since we started living together. My mom blames her for my elevated levels of stress. She might be right. Anyway, Belendor and I will be moving away soon to a bigger and prettier apartment. By ourselves. I'm so looking forward to that.

I also have a brother, Corvux with whom I have a great relationship based upon calling each other creative names. He can be a major pain in the ass, but he's also pretty great.

I know this doesn't answer the original question at all, but it served the purpouse of introducing the people I live with. Apart from them, I almost never talk to anyone alse. I'm very antisocial.

Why are you writing this?

I don't know. Many of the possible reasons are pretty corny, I must admit it. Maybe I'm writing this because I feel nobody knows me, even myself, and I want to find a means of communication with the inner me. And once I have recorded this communication, it might be useful in case I die. I mean, I'm very sure Belendor will be able to find this, and he'll read it, and get to know many things he never did when I was alive. Maybe I want to record the experiences I go through so maybe, if someone reads them, this person will be able to have a good time. And maybe feel something (I really don't care what).

I once ambitioned to be a writer when I grew up, and many people encouraged me because they thought I had a knack for writing, but as time passed and I grew up I realized I wasn't good enough. My skills with languages are great, but that doesn't turn me into a writer. Nor they never will. So I stopped writing and involved myself in more mundane tasks. I now think that was a mistake. For I have realized writing is the only effective way I can communicate with myself, and it's on paper I can communicate the best what I feel and what I think. My thinking is very disorganized, so I need to write it down in order to reach some sort of conclussion. Many people do this by talking to someone else, but I'm not good at talking. As I said, I'm antisocial and even Belendor sometimes has problemas to communicate with me.

If English is not your native language, why are you writing your blog in English?

Because, as I've already said, I'm two different people when I write in Spanish and when I write in English. Freaky but true. The Spanish personality sometimes turns out to be like my speaking personality. I just can't say what I mean. On the other hand, in English my imagination and my writing flow more freely although I know my grammar and spelling are a little awkward. Some entries will be in Spanish, anyway, but most of all it will be English.

How do you feel about strange people reading your blog?

Kind of excited, to be honest. I would really love that somebody should read my blog and like it. I don't think that'll happen at all, though. Or very rarely.

What can people (and yourself) expect of this blog?

Anything at all. I'm not a serious-minded person, so most of it will be summaries of my day as seen from my bizarre point of view. I plan on including books and movies reviews, then again from my point of view. Some blurts of depression, too, for I'm a depressed gal. And of course some mental and childish farts will play a major role too, for there's some part of me that still is a 12 year old year old girl and will forever be so.

So you're warned.

Out of the blue and into the black.