I'm a blogger. Maybe I can sit at the popular kids table.

That's really how I feel right now. I can't believe it was so easy to start one. I'm afraid of doing anything on the internet, like it's really hard or something. Maura tried to set me up on my space but my feeble mind couldn't grasp the technology. That's what you get when you live in a house with no cable/internet/computer/toaster. My dad seriously doesn't have a toaster. We toast bread in the oven! I've just cut toast out of my life completely.

I'm worried I'll fail out of school this year because I'll become obsessed with blogging everytime I have to do my scientific research on the internet. Getting a PHD is totally so much work!

I have so much more computer time now that I have a new career as a shopkeeper. There are approximately 2 customers every 75 minutes. 99% Barbs, considering we do have hand towels that say stuff like "instant diva- just add champagne" and gauwdy markezette jewelry. (everything is ridiculously expensive too) So basically I sit on the computer and methodically check every blog that is linked with Will's over and over again in hopes that someone posted a new comment in the last half hour.

So yeah, I can't wait to blog all the time! I don't know if I should be like Will and let my parents read this. Things could get pretty bad. I have what they call a trucker mouth, trucker life really. I don't want to shatter their world when their image of a smart, beautiful, basically perfect in every way daughter is disrupted because I wrote something incriminating on my blog. Oh well, Whatevs