Il était une fois...

Hanna (my intelligent, amazing, and only sister who lets me be ridiculous) suggested I start a blog. But my hesitation is the fact that I have nothing to say. I always babble, but very rarely have exciting news. But then it occured to me that there are probably thousands of bloggers who have absolutely nothing earth shattering to say, so why not join the herd. (This is not a commentary of my sister's blog by the way.) So I begin my blog in a room where I spent most of my high school years, and although the pictures on the walls haven't changed, I have many new things on my desk. Sad to say, but no matter what my age, I am still doodling. Hence, "Gribouillis". Because let's face it. French sounds so much more appealing, and makes a word like doodle almost poetic. We'll just ignore the fact that my ex-roomie's cat happened to be named the same thing.