Blogs Have Cherries Too..

...and I just popped ours. That's right. I feel both privileged and somewhat bratty. A quick introduction [JUST in case your mental capacity couldn't handle our "about me" section]. This is a group blog. We are a group of girls who go to the same college and are apart for the summer. These tales are true, and unscripted.

Now a more personal introduction. I'm not telling you my name. Why? Because I try really hard to be all mysterious provocative. Is it working? Not likely. Well, firstly, I need a pen name. Something not lame or super cheesy [though I happen to be both those things]. OH! I've got one.

You ready? Hi, I'm Gouda. Get it? Like the cheese [clearly I took the cheese route despite my doubts]. Not only is gouda delicious, but it fits me because I am a "gouda girl". Hahahaha. That might have been the most pathetic attempt at humor ever. I sound like the creepy old guy that follows you around at Price Chopper trying to convince himself he's still "got it". Like, no. You don't have it. You stopped having it when the tattoo on your chest started resembling mashed potatoes and your nose hairs reached your chin.

Sorry about that, I tend to go off on tangents alot. If you're looking for something uniform and serious, then my posts are NOT for you.

I am currently in exotic Toronto. Please, refrain from being extremely jealous...it messes with my aura. I move into my apartment in our college town in a few weeks and CANNOT WAIT. Let the shenanigans begin.

It's hard to describe myself. I think that my blog will give you the best feel for my personality. A few times I've been described as being alot like the main character in every romantic comedy. Think Drew Barrymore in that movie where she was messy and clumsy or Cameron Diaz in that movie where she was really quirky. You know the one. Or many.

Ironically, being that person in real life isn't as fabulous as it seems in the movies. When I fall or walk into stuff all I get is a bruise and an embarassing story [Adam Sandler never seems to rescue me with some silly line].

I could probably go on forever [boy, am I a talker], but it would be rude to irritate you on my first entry. I'll save the annoyances for later.

LoveLoveLove You,

Gouda

p.s ooooh tricky tricky. I just nearly signed that with my real name.