Introductions

Very late last night, it did occur to me that I should probably introduce myself to whoever reads this... I did consider being lazy and making it a super fun adventure for anyone bored enough to read all of these posts to try discover who I am and what makes me tick. But I realised if it was me reading someone elses blog who had the same idea as that, I would either get bored or annoyed. So here goes.

My name is Raffaella Arena. But don't ever call me that because unless you are Italian you WILL pronounce it wrong and throughout my whole school career, well, shoo wow did those people come up with exotic words that I was supposed to answer to... Maybe that's why I have so many nicknames...... I answer to Raff, and of course nicknames from friends that have been created via private jokes and experiences and stuff. I'm okay with that "Raff" name. Raffaella is a family name (Raffaello was my grandfather's name, it was my uncle's name and is my dad's second name) so I do respect my name. It is a beautiful name and for some reason it certainly gets the men interested.. But I hate how stupid english speaking people fuck it up. So Raff it is.

I'm from Johannesburg, South Africa. Possibly one of the most beautiful places on the planet. I'm 19 - young and naive and innocent (not). At the moment I'm studying my first year of English at the University of the Witwatersrand. I wanted to go into journalism but in this country you get fucked up when you write what you feel, what you want... Who started that "freedom-of-speech" thing? Yeah it's not working. So my new plan is to go into publishing. That way I can still read, and write, and mostly tell people what I think and possibly break them down because I'm sadistic and evil and because I can. :)

I'm the typical Italian. Dark, very thick, very curly hair. Very loud, very naughty, very flirty. Olive skin, brown eyes etc blah blah.. 1,55m short with big boobs - note, the name "Bodacious" Confessions? Yes.

So I should probably warn you. I'm the typical broken wing. Every clichéd phrase you could come up with to describe heartbreak and feelings being played with etc, you may use it to describe me. Because every single one of them would fit perfectly a thousand times over in the crooked, dark and angry puzzle that I am. So I warn you now. Many of my future posts will be morbid and sad and fuck-my-life-ish. You could probably equate it to Bella Swan's annoying woe is me ramblings in Stephenie Meyer's third book "Eclipse" in her Twilight Saga. Yes. And that thought makes me want to shoot myself because that book seriously grated my tits. Bella Swan was so fucking annoying. But just typing that out now, I realise I relate well to her situation in the novel, as of events from this past week. You will be reading about these events in later posts, I assure you. So really, believe me when I say that you will hate this blog. You will hate it and it'll annoy you. And you'll pity me. Which is something I always hated. Ironic, I know. Why create my own blog when I hate blogs and bloggers? And now, why moan to the internet about my sad life when I hate being pitied? Believe me, I'm asking myself the same questions.

So I have warned you. You will not like reading this blog. But don't worry, you will find this out soon enough.