I must tell you that it feels wrong not to be writing "Musings of a Left-Handed" anymore, but I guess that High-school, and all that it conveyed, is over for me, so I can't really go back to writing my High-School blog, which I erased from the face of the Internet for good after my mother took hold of it (Yes, it was Hell to pay, thank you for enquiring). Augustine is back, though, the snide little voice inside my head and as she was demanding an outlet and I wouldn't let her feast in the actual ups and downs (more like downs and downs, but who's counting?) of my life we capitulated and founded All the Pretty Things Go to Hell, paraphrasing with a twist a phrase of a singer I admire, David Bowie. It is in his honour as well that I decided to call this voice of college Alassin Zane (A lass inzane) after one of his most famous carachters, the genie Aladdin Sane (a ladd insane).

Unlike my Musings this blog has no public, nobody ever will bother to come read it as it happened with the other, and it will affect my style of writing. But I hope that, all in all, Augustine will be able to have fun at the expense of everyone, as she usually does, while I wallow in guilt.

I hope you are ready for the bumpy ride, because between the decadence of today's society, this youth bound to no commitments and the current state of my life this blog can be nothing but bloody. And sinfully fun. And awfully gothic. So for those who don't mind coming to this cathedral of mine, sit down by the gargoyle, and mind not the bust of Pallas and the crow perched above it, for it will leave Nevermore. Just relax and enjoy the place were the hero is no beacon of shining light and where the villain is the man you always end up falling in love with, half angel and half monster, and always a genius.

Yeah, I think I'm definitely going to have fun with this one, don't you think?