New Year New... Me?

This blog started out as a component of my Expository Writing class last semester that focused on Jane Austen. We had to write for a more causal audience on a topic that we covered in a formal paper during the semester. My topic was on Harry Potter and all the crazed fans— myself included— that traveled to all the magical places that the fictional world of Harry Potter touched (if you didn’t read my huge whopping number of three other posts). Once I didn’t need it any longer for that class, I considered taking my blog down. I considered getting rid of an outlet for my rambling thoughts.

I really did. 

Because of questions like: What would I write? What could possibly be interesting enough for other people (as few as they might be) to take time out of their busy schedule (because human beings are busy creatures) to read some ramblings of a typical, nerdy girl? Would anyone ever read it if it wasn’t part of their grade? Who really cares about what I have to say?

I was balancing on the fence between taking it down and keeping it up, swaying towards the side of taking it down. 

Until I sat down in the small red desk ready for my second day of the Autobiographical Writing class I had signed up for without really knowing what I should expect in that class and learned that blogs are a type of journal—a way for me to share my thoughts as a catalog for my life. As we went around the room introducing ourselves and talking about ourselves (something I’m not very good at), other people started talking about how they blogged in their spare time and my professor (an awesome lady by the way) said something along the lines of “Most of you already have a background in Autobiographical Writing because blogging is like a technological way to journal and share your own story.” (I’m writing based on memory and this was a couple days ago, so excuse me if my words aren’t exactly correct.)

So here I am writing these very very interesting words to my wonderful—but very bare—blog instead of writing an essay for my American Literature class or reading my Botany textbook. 

I’m also at the Dallas airport (where I’ve spent more time in than the airport from my hometown this school year) and the Beatles’ song “Martha My Dear” just came on the PA system. And it took every ounce of the will power in me not to—gently, and very nicely because it’s my closest companion—throw my laptop on the floor and just bust out singing (singing, screaming same idea). I’m pretty sure if that actually happened the man across from me might join along because it looks like he’s singing along in his head as he taps his foot, all completely in sync with the lovely music coming from the heavens. 

Never mind, I don’t think he’ll join me. He looks like a ACDC fan; not so much John, Paul, George and Ringo.

But then again, who am I to judge.

Just your average day in the life of a procrastinating college student. Who is also a little board, sitting in an airport, bobbing along to the airport music.