The first line... (And my guardian angel)

I may not be the most arty, or the second most, arty person in the world. Heck, if I could draw a straight line it would be a miracle. But, what I do know is that every great, or not so great, painting, drawing, artwork, must start with a line. So this shall henceforth be known as the first line on this possibly great, possible failure of a blog. But, you never know unless you try. Also, just to make it clear, this is not an attempt at fame, no matter how much that first paragraph may make it seem.

Now, to the first real point of this whole experience, and really, what gave me the idea to write a blog. Isn't it strange that something, that really, does not have any meaning, can give you the idea to start something completely anew. Well, this is the story of my 'guardian angel', it's tough love policies, and how it inspired me to write this.

So... As many of my friends know, and are getting sick of me complaining about, I have been sick pretty much all of 2011 so far. What a great start, hey? I don't know why, but maybe karma has it in for me somewhere along the line. Or... Maybe not. I don't know why I became sick after New Years, maybe I deserved that, but something inside of me, no matter how ridiculous it even feels to myself is telling me that becoming sick this week was possibly the best thing that could have happened to me. You see, the plan was for this Friday night was to head off to a bar/club known as the Stammo. As I have been sick, I didn't really want to drink alcohol, or go out until I have/had fully recovered. And as of... a few hours ago, I had not fully recovered. So, imagine my surprise when I read on facebook "Why were there 7 police cars and an ambulance outside if the Stamford?" Did I just avoid getting close to, or into a massive fight? Well, if so, I take that as a hint from my guardian angel to... Well, I don't know. Maybe he/she is just looking after me. Either way, this led me to have the idea to start this blog, as well, it was interesting to me, who says it can't be interesting to anyone else?

So anyway, I have a guardian angel, and it's tough love of making me sick helped me avoid what may have been a crime scene, or something. Or, I just got sick because my immune system has decided to suck this year. So to my guardian angel/immune system, I thank you.
Now, I shall stop wasting your time, so you can do something far more important, like, read a book or do homework or study, or sleep. You should definitely sleep.