Listen... Do You Want to Know a Secret?

..."Let me whisper in your ear... Closer... "
This will be the first of secrets I choose to divulge or not via the interweb. This is not my first foray into the world of blogging. I was 16, I believe, and blissfully wrapped up in the tangles of my high school life before ever being employed. My friend Buck, who eventually became my boyfriend and then my fiance and now my ex-fiance, had a little experience with blogs and was very much into anything having to do with computers or the internet. He was rarely not in front of a computer screen or a TV, although from his skinny frame you could never tell.
He knew I liked to write, and he respected me, maybe even liked me and wanted to know me better (I'd guess). So he approached me in Latin class in 10th grade and asked if I wanted to be a 'contributor' on his new web page. I was flattered, and saw it as a chance to get 'in' with a few of the artistic kids that I knew from afar. I thought this was it. I was going to be a writer and everyone would love me.
Do you think that's what happened?
Me neither. I felt overshadowed by the weighty presence of kids that were writing about their experiences with drugs and sex and booze and jobs and I had zero experience in any of those areas. All I had was a crush. And maybe a few cigarettes snuck in the woods near my house. So I wrote probably four or five blogs total, all about this crush of mine; and in the style of a 16-year-old girl, never ventured outside of that theme. The website quickly folded and now, thank god, no longer exists.
So I took my bow from blogs and believed I would never start one again. Until I became the broke-ass writing major that you're getting to know here. But don't worry, this time I've got drugs and sex and booze and jobs... well, maybe not that last one.