Numero Uno

Well, after reading back through my wildy successful blog from last year, Julia Goes to Scotland (thank you, thank you, I know...), I've decided to give it another crack, this time chronicling my various adventures battling the city of Los Angeles. I shall be spewing my wit, wisdom, and deeds on this here ye olde webpage. Because that's what the world needs, yet another person's opinions blathering about on the 'net, right?

I'm listening to "The Drugs Don't Work" by The Verve at the moment. Fitting, it seems, given the setting. No amount of drugs could ever make me love this city. (If you can call it a city, that is.)

I'll get to the reasons for my deep-rooted hatred of Angeltown in a later post, but first I'll explain a few of the basics for you so you're not TOTALLY lost when I post, even though chances are you know me. If you don't... how did you get here, you perv? Kidding. Sort of.

Yes, so... I face my fourth year university at UCLA, having spent the last one abroad at Edinburgh University. In the midst of my major-identity crisis (Marine Biology?! Anthropology?! Whatever-ology?!) I do pretty much the same stuff I've always done in college: radio and rugby.

Join me as I hate on LA, get reaccustomed to being (and acting as) an American, suffer through my education, get amazing rugby bruises, and basically make a tit of myself on internet radio. It'll be a fun journey, I think. Too bad for you I like to write, otherwise you might not have to suffer through this. I apologize in advance.

And now for something completely different:

You have no soul if you don't at least crack a smile at this.