Okay so I always wanted to have my own little blog and be really Cool. Well here it is. My own little world where I get to vent and stuff (because telling people about generally fun and exciting isn't as much fun as drama drama drama). And I get to act cool because I use caps to emphasize Important Words, and it's really lame, but I don't care. Hypocrisy is my friend.

Note also how I talk about people who use blogs as their own personal vent fest like "omg I listen to soooo much evanescence now I'm gonna be depressed and slit my wrists." And then post it on their "personal blog" where the real whole point of the thing is just to make everyone feel bad for you and be like "omg don't die I still love you!" Eh, give me a few more days before I start doing that. And then give me a couple more weeks before the novelty of my Blog is over and the posts become less frequent, and then a couple more months before I get really lazy and only post every three months. And then I forget my passwords and give up.

As for the title of this blog. Every time I wake up in the morning super tired it's always "I'm dying," every time my head hurts, "I'm dying," and just in general I love the kind of hyperbole that results from saying "omg I'm gonna die." So call me a drama queen if you will. But there is no denying the fact that I am not quite that sound in body. Headaches, unexplainable abdominal pain, not to mention cancer. The last of which oddly enough seems to be the least of my problems. When I say that I am dying by the age of thirty I am only half joking. But don't worry, I still have a good ten years left, at least. Y por eso soy raura de la muerte.