I bet at least one person has whined to themselves why this blog is called "Our Teenage Wasteland," when there is clearly only one person blogging. Well, here's a little history for you:
One day during school, I felt like venting to someone, but I didn't want to endure the aftereffects of doing such a rash thing. So I instead decided that I would make a blog whining about my teenage angst to a bunch of anonymous bloggers and/or child pedophiles. I came up with the name "Teenage Wasteland," which properly describes what I feel my teen years tend to feel like-- at times. But that name was taken. So I tried "My Teenage Wasteland." Taken, dammit! I was getting really frusterated by now. But then my Spanish class kicked in: "what's the closest thing to 'my'?" I asked myself. "Our, of course, assheaded [extreme expletive]" my snooty emo/geek part of the brain replied before going back to carving trigonometric ratios into it's cells. (By the way, don't self-harm kids; scars aren't sexy.) Thus the fine blog "Our Teenage Wasteland" was created. There's a test on this next week (CLICHÉ ALERT!!). Sorry, couldn't help myself.
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