Well.

My first foray into the somewhat daggily-named "blogosphere". I'm not entirely sure what I want this to be, but I sense it's going to become an offload point. Not that I have a particularly interesting/awful life, but I like to write (or ramble) a great deal.

I'm not really sure how to begin, so here's some information. I'm Amy, turning 18 in a few weeks. I'm just about to finish high school, off to uni next year to study to become an opera singer. I can't wait, but yeah, it's a strange time in life. Passions of mine are classical music, films, books, comics. I enjoy food, gaming and The X-Files far more than I should.

I'm quite looking forward to writing this (even if it's just for my own enjoyment!). Yes, the title is a (slightly emo-ish, ergh) description of what I think about myself. I wasn't sure, though, if I am a cynical romantic or a romantic cynic. I obviously went with the more optimistic choice!

Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was in Communist China, which we are learning about in Modern History at the moment. It was a very strange dream. I was almost terrified during some sections. There was a pool, and a lot of doors that lead to other rooms and nooks and crannies. There were people from school there, and a guy who I was in love with. All very unusual.