I took a peek at the blogs on WordPress and figured something out: I have no idea what I’m doing. Other bloggers have tricked out pages, screens of pimped up blogs full of fascinating junk. Lots of bright colors and things moving around on the screen. I can’t help but think these are real writers. Or at least they’re people who paid the $18 for a wonderfully whored out theme. I mean that in the best way possible. My blog page shrieks “Something is happening on this page! There’s some swirly reds and weird titles. There are a lot of fart references.”
I never really sat down and planned on doing a blog. I’d been following Jenny Lawson’s blog but it didn’t occur to me until a couple weeks ago that I wanted to try it out. I put it off, scared that it’d be something I’d be kinda interested in and then let it fall by the wayside. It took me a week to put a spiral bound notebook in my backpack to take notes. I doubt anyone will read my posts besides the best co-workers a girl could dream of and a supportive family. In the next few months I might sorta understand how blogging works. I might even shell out $18 to make it look like I kind of know what’s going on (but of course I have no idea what’s going on). Except I really want to buy a couple of my peeps something for Christmas and if I spent money on myself I’d spend half an hour feeling guilty and then get distracted by something shiny. Or there are cookies nearby. Nobody’s safe around me when there are cookies present.