This is an apology post...

As the title states, this is an apology post. I am apologizing to all the bloggers out there. See, I have been secretly making fun of you since all of this blogging craziness began and I'll tell you why.

A) Most of the blogs that I saw made me think, "This girl thinks she is Carrie Bradshaw, but she is clearly NOT"
B) This person just wants a way to stand on a grammar/literary pedestal so that we all know how witty and clever of a writer they are. PS. Get over yourself.
C) This person just wants us to know their business and that irritates the ISH out of me.
D) This person wants a reason to be philosophical and deep, when in real life they are probably nothing like that.

(I realize that these are all really mean judgements coming from a very close minded person when it comes to the literary world. I don't get you people. Forgive me.)

And then I realized I. AM. A. TOTAL. HYP-O-CRITE.

Funny story. I CANNOT STOP READING BLOGS. Somewhere in the middle of me giving crap to all the bloggers out there, I became addicted to them. Even the annoying Carrie Bradshaw ones. And it was all downhill from there because I started thinking, gosh, I would love to write about my life and be able to look back at it. I would LOVE a reason to create storyboards and itch that designer scratch in me to design whatever the eff I please in the categories of home, fashion, and wedding. I NEED a stage to sound all of my grievances and all of the wonderful things that I love and that are happening in my life. Maybe that way I will notice and appreciate them more.

So here comes my warning, nay, my PREFACE (for all you literary folk), I am not a writer. I am not pretending to be a good writer. I am not going to toot my own horn with fancy metaphors. If I say something clever I did not plan it. I write like I talk. I have horrible spelling (even with spellcheck). I don't understand grammar (I also spelled it with an "e" until spellcheck just picked that one up). To be honest, I really don't know the best time to use a comma. But I have a fun/hard life and I want to capture that. I go through many challenges with being single and just out of college, that many of you can sympathize with I'm sure. I have great taste. I would like to show that. I am a preppy girl, living in a preppy apartment, interested in mainly preppy guys, and I have a preppy job. But really this whole time I feel like I am just "prepping" (that was dumb) for my future that seems to just be flying by me. A new car, a new condo, a new boyfriend, a ring, a wedding, a husband, a family, and finally retirement. I have no problem admitting that these topics are on my mind a lot. I am 23 by the way.

So anyways, here I am. I am blogging. And I feel fine.