Sweet, Sweet Betrayals

Aye! Not exactly the most eloquent of greetings available, but at the moment it seems to be the one that fits the mood. I've been telling myself that I was going to start blogging for about a year now. I have never really gotten around to it. Partially because of time constraints (and when you're in college that is a problem) and partially because I was afraid. Afraid to take the leap into the great unknown of the internet. Apparently tonight was the night. Not really sure what exactly pushed me to write this. Perhaps the emotion that comes behind finding out that you've destroyed your camera with a simple Bath and Body Works plug in. Darn those excess dripping oils! I knew you were evil and not to be trusted, but did I listen? NO! You lured me in with your pleasant smell of Clean Cotton and gave me a false sense of security with P.S. I Love You. I walk over to my shelf to discover your betrayal. You tipped over and leaked over my precious books and more importantly my camera (there was also a casualty of a sleigh riding santa, but I can forgive that travesty). So there it is. My first post. Melodramatics of losing a loving camera and a betrayal of sweet smells.