A blogger is born

I have done it. I have succumb to the ways of the interwebz and am now a blogger. What would Virginia and Sylvia think of me? A young writer with so much promise, so much wit, and so much fashionable flair, selling her literary soul to the masses for what? Just so she can have a valid excuse for not doing her English homework?

Well you know what Virginia and Sylvia, maybe if you two had a blogspot maybe you both would have died happy old ladies snuggled tightly with your Macbook like how I intend to go.

I always thought I would be spending my procrastination time writing the great American novel but I guess this blog will do. I really don't know much about blogging and I am not tech savvy at all, though if my Creative Writing major says anything it means more time I'm suppose to be writing papers spent learning how to make a music playlist and Youtube videos.

So why read my blog? Well first of all, let's celebrate the fact that you can read and second, let's celebrate the fact you actually found this blog under the masses of search links that come up under "manic pixie queer girl". So if you found this blog by persevering through the treacherous seas of the blogosphere or are one of my friends that I have forced to read this, I promise I will make this worth your time and your optical sensory organ.