Sweet holy fudgemuffin, is this a blog i see before me?

And a seldom updated one at that? Probably. 

I'd show you I cared by updating you on every snippet of my life since before the A-Bomb dropped; however this would both a) take up gratuitous amounts of time and space, and b) bore you to tears, prompting you to log onto Facebook to notify your worries away.  Speaking of Facebook, I've recently done the one thing that you probably least expected an adolescent teenage girl who enjoys a spot of procrastination here and there - I deleted it.  Or more accurately, deactivated it.  

Oh no, oh fucking GOD NO! How could you?

Implied Facebook, as I defiantly proceeded through a thicket of messages trying to guilt-trip me into maintaining this horrible, time-consuming vice.  I honestly doubt my 440 friends will miss me that much (except for maybe Liv; the guiding wench would like an almost immediate comeback, hahaha) and to be honest, having read an article about a writer who took the same course as action as me, I've decided that I like my friendship like my clothing.  Retro-chic.  By that I mean I'd prefer to have your onion breath wafting in my eyes as you enlighten me with the benefits of 21st century communication.  Ironically, I still have MSN.  And Twitter.  Hypocrisy ftw!

It is with a series of small yet overdramatic steps like the one previously mentioned that I cleanse myself (or make pitiful attempts to do so) of the putrid air of adolescence that I so want to escape.  This has invariably come about as a result of "the A-Bomb" - something I very much resented during its presence yet has acted as a surprising inspiration for self-improvement post-detonation.  After all, it has dawned on me that this thing, this bomb of A, is exactly like myself.  Arrogant, resistant to any sort of potentially disadvantaging change and of course, full of shit, I took every opportunity to criticise things that I failed to see in myself.  Avoiding my parents, leaving the house in a pigsty, hanging with my friends rather than some loser kid that happens to be there at the time.  As a result of this 'epiphany' (FUCK I hate that word) after a further two months of resentment and agonising over more trivial matters, I'm determined not to be that person.  Personal rules can be good for the soul and since I'm less than a year away from having the legal responsibilities of an adult, I think it's time to start acting like one.