of False Maturity and Insight

I don't really quite know how to introduce my blog, really. Had my hands hover over my keyboard for a solid one minute and nothing came to mind. Well my knack, perhaps even passion, for writing has left me. That I do not deny. However, seeing how I am a journalism major, it would only be right that I try to get it back. Hence; the blog.

Don't let me lead you on; there quite possibly will not be anything interesting here for you to read. Sure, I can try to think of intellectually challenging and critical things to say about the presidential debate in the US, the economic status of France or the social condition of Haiti post-quake. But let me be frank with you; chances are, that's not going to happen. Being a slave to my emotions and uterus, there's going to be plenty of hormonally-fueled rants here to say the least. On top of that, my writings will be rife with typos and spelling errors. My fingers and brain work at different speed. And I'm bad at spelling. Having said that, welcome to the inner workings of my mind that is full of false maturity and insight.