Wow. I'm a princess.

I guess it's time to get some ink on my fingers and join the blogging world. I've been reading blogs since they were something called "personal homepages", and I didn't really make the parallel between the 'ink wretches' of revolutionary America and bloggers until recently. Everyone with at least cafe or school cluster access to a computer can be a publisher. You don't even have to buy a press. Services like Google's Blogger provide all the tools you need for publication, and even syndication of others' work for FREE (sounds like one of the bad business models I was pursuing in the late 90's, but I'll bet they're going to pull it off). An instant worldwide expression medium for everyone.
I'm going to keep my blogging expectations to a minimum, and I'm hoping the same for anyone that happens to read this. At the very least, this is a good opportunity to:

1. Stop being a perfectionist regarding my writing, and just punch the keys.
2. Share the crazy shit I find on the Internet with my friends.
3. Alarm my friends by writing exhaustively about the things that make them walk away from me at parties.
4. Give my mother something talk to me about on Sundays other than why I don't have a girlfriend, why I seem so sad, and why I work all the time.