So I thought I’d give this public blog a try again. I had several somewhat popular blogs during the course of my high school life.1 It got weird because I’d randomly meet people who were like – “Yea! I know you! You’re [name] on [site]! I love your writing!”
Eventually, when I was looking at colleges as a senior in high school I would meet college students that recognized me from my blog. This was a problem.
Why is this a problem? You get 800 women together at one university and tell me they don’t gossip. Things like facebook and public websites are just asking for drama, which is a problem when you’re a first year and your life is going to implode anyway, you don’t need anymore help.
Who am I now? I’m a senior college student at a women’s liberal arts college. I am working on my senior thesis for my B.A. in History. I’ll tell you what I’m going to do with that later when I figure it out myself.
I live a typical college life of study, women, booze, the three jobs and the side gig. I deal with sexuality and gender issues, men, women, sex, as well as the Over Arching problem of What The Hell Am I Going to Do With My Life? I grew up in New England but I presently consider the DC Metro area my home and I plan on returning to the DC Area post-graduation in order to be properly gouged by the cost of living here ($1000+ for a studio apartment? Go ahead, call it Efficiency if you want to make it sound better, but you’re not fooling anyone! A box is a box is a box!).
So here we go. My Public Blog Take III. This design is temporary, eventually I will finagle my own because I have something you might call web skillz. However, until then this will do fine. Even if this design is called ChaoticSoul, a name that reminds me of all the gothic-emo poets at my school. Most of whom are good enough not to write poetry involving the word “soul” of any sort, but there are a few first years who haven’t quite kicked their gothic-emo-angst. I can relate to them in that I, too, once wrote awful gothic angsty teenage poetry, but at least I never thought I was good enough to make a career out of it (I chose History instead, which is only slightly better than Creative Writing in the scheme of degrees that will involve living in a box post graduation. Hey, we could be Women’s Studies majors2).
Why should you care about what I say?
You shouldn’t. But perhaps you are as bored, confused, and frustrated with your life as I am. We can bond over that.
1Popular in that high school way that is simultaneously both popular and completely irrelevant.
2 Tongue-in-cheek for those easily offended – that is my minor.
