Hmmm...

What does one do with a blog? Rant and rave? Put into words what cannot be expressed verbally, just mentally? I'm just going to take this whole blog thing nice and easy. Maybe I'll make an alter-ego through it, maybe I wont. Maybe I'll answer may own questions on life.

Man, this is sounding way too serious for me.

I grew up in Alaska; in a town of about 40,000 people. My parents managed to find the only high school with 50 people, (including the teachers). They wanted to protect me from boys, or from myself, I guess I'll never know. Where my love for clothes came from is a mystery, because at the said high school we had to wear uniforms. Unfortunately, not the cute plaid skirt uniforms, they were more along the line of cotton afghans in the lovely colors of royal blue or black in sizes ranging from tarp, tarper, and tarpiest. It made it easy for the mornings though, I'll grant them that.

Alaska, great for most and home for me. I can imagine that I'm this great hiker, granola,hippie person, it's easy to imagine. But, in reality I am not. I'm more prone to go home and get sucked into tv land or a great chick-lit book than to wander my own "home". Why, I don't exactly know. It could because the bugs are grody, it could be that the shoes are ugly, it could be that something funny is on cable, or even worse. I could get sucked into facebook, refreshing my page about 100 times... Just in case my "friend" posts something new about what they had for dinner. I ponder these things at night, when I'm going to bed, like why did so-and-so waste that much time telling everyone about the new shirt she bought was on mega-sale!?! This in turn makes me a statistic, I am everyone.

I guess what I am getting at is, why wasn't I the girl out there finding the great shirt on mega-sale and telling everyone about it.

So for now I see that I am making this blog about me...