So here I am at Hofstra and I am blogging. Writing online makes me feel like a geeky teenager who has nothing better to do on a Friday night. I associate these blogging sites with anti-social teenagers searching for a place to let out all of their thoughts. Quite frankly, I do not understand the purpose of spilling your heart or mind out on the internet. Counselors have a job for a reason. I guess there are quirky people who have intelligent things that may or may not be worthwhile to read. Yet again, I am not one of those people. I would much rather waste my time watching sappy chick flicks or playing on my iPhone. Blogs remind me of the movie How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Although Andi doesn't write a blog, she writes a column for a magazine, in my mind it is all the same kind of silly writing. Useful for few, and useless for the majority. If you cannot tell, or I guess I should say if you are still reading at this point, I am not much of a writer. Talking for twelve minutes on the topic of my choice would be much easier. I could show some emotion, you could hear some inflection in my voice. This however, is nothing more than the sound of my fingers tapping away at keys trying to waste some time. Back to the beginning for a minute. I'm currently sitting in a nice part of Hofstra, my dorm hall (which may I add is the newest on campus). Hofstra offers so many great opportunities to experience life outside of farmland, where unfortunately I am from. So although I may not be thrilled about blogging, I am ecstatic to be out of Amish country.
While continuing my post, I can't help but think back to elementary school typing class with those nasty orange keypad covers. I almost wish I never learned how to type, it would make this long, rambled mess quite a bit shorter. Unfortunately, I mastered Mavis Beacon after years of practice. I rarely use my typing skills for anything other than school papers and facebook messages however. Facebook is a stupid phenomenon. The more I think about how ridiculous the concept of social networking sites are, the more I feel it necessary to check mine. I often wish that I was alive before cell phones and internet so I could know what it is like to wait for information. With technology the way it is today, even if I try not to be informed, I am forced to know at least the "top news" if I step outside my home. Living on a college campus among thousands of chatty teenagers truly does make the task impossible.
If anyone is still reading at this point in my compiled nonsense, thank you. As much as I hate to admit it, part of me did enjoy seeing how fast I could type over the last twelve minutes.
:)