Oh em gee, so I just TOTALLY started a blog. LOL.

After spending a substantial amount of time formatting and fiddling around with settings and what-not, lo-and-behold: MY BLOG HAS BEEN BORN!

Isn't he beautiful? I think I'll name him Jeffrey. Oh wait, he already has a name. Mairead's Highly Interesting Mind and How it Works. That pretty much sums it up, no theme, no particular topic of interest. Just my brain (BRAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS. YOM)

Actually, no remove those brackets. I love brains. I had them when I was five, my grandpa put them in a tasty, creamy sauce with bacon and onions. But since then, I have NEVER had them again. It's a shame, a real shame. Come on, Coles, stock sheep's brains. They're wanted by the public. LISTEN TO THEM.

But anyhoot, back on track. Yes, blog. I thought I should start one up to comment upon that of Be and Deborah (Oh shit! You guys are going anonymous, I forgot. Sorry, Little Big and Ranter)
But who knows, I might be a blogging prodigy. I shall try to record any interesting observations while out and about and if anything interesting happens to me or to those around me on my blog it shall go.

Since no one will be reading it, I don't think I'll try too hard to be mysterious and vague with details. That sort of thing is tres tedious for the reader. I shall be nice to you.

Today is a Sunday, so I can literally say I have done nothing. Almost. Just a bit of Facebooking, watching some dodgy video clips on Max, you know, that sort of thaaaaaaaaaaaaang. I have not yet gone outside, which is dodgy of me, seeing as it is a BEAUTIFUL day.

But yesterday was also lovely, and I had a lovely time performing to those of my former primary school at said primary school's fete with Greer. It was the first time we've performed originals properly. Seeing as this is my mind, I must say that what is constantly on my mind, is what I would like to be in life, as an occupation. Musician is always there, but just... hmmm, I'm never too sure about it. Then again, not many people my age are sure.

Sunday is a silly, slow day. Nothing ever happens on Sunday. I always procrastinate on Sunday, or do nothing at all. This post is slowing down, along with Sunday. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday... tick tock tick tock.

This blog has lost it's direction (like Sunday), I think that means it's time for the end.

Until my next post,
Mairead