I have tried blogging several times in my life, but have never been successful. Completely and honestly, my dream is to be a famous blogger. I am not sure if that is odd, or even narcissistic but I love to write and have people read my words. Maybe all writers are secret narcissists? I mean...writing about your life and the daily happenings as if what you eat for dinner or the weird thing your kid did that day is the most FASCINATING thing to grace the earth is slightly odd if you think about it. What fuels peoples obsession with another persons life?
How the hell did I get through this entire entry so far without using spell check once? I didn't even know I knew how to spell narcissist. I narrate my days in my head like a movie, so I might as well write my thoughts down. Writing really calms me down, it is such a phenomenal escape. Writing is my only "talent", if that is you consider being able to write a talent. I have been told I have a way with words. I may not even be all that good for all I know. Hopefully I can keep this up and make something of this outlet. Even if that something is meeting a few new people, and just quieting my thoughts long enough to sleep.
Basics of my life? 21 years old, female, college student in Texas. Allergic to more things I can count, including dairy (which is a miserable way to go about life to be honest)
I am currently dating the most fabulous man to grace this planet, he is honest, and caring, and totally wonderful. He is such an amazing person and good all the way to his core. Much much MUCH better person than I am and I wonder every day how I got so lucky to have him. We will call him J. I have a seven year old wiener dog who is the light of my life and only child, and a cat who my roommates and I share. The cat is crazy, but honestly fits right in to the nutty life we all lead. I am trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, my interests are cosmetology, writing, photography, and food. If I could somehow combine those things my life would be so perfect I would probably wonder if I was dead and in heaven. I am slightly OCD, and it affects me daily. I like things to be in a very specific order. I cannot think straight if something skews from the pattern. Drinking glass on the right of your plate, condiments in the door of the fridge, movies arranged by genre and title. My boyfriend is driven nuts regularly, but of course does his best to ease my mind and keep my patterns because he loves me. Awww
Basically...im ready to give this a real shot and try to develop my writing into something I can use to support myself when I graduate in a year. Here goes...everything.