My First Blog!

As stated in my profile, I am starting this blog as a requirement for a class. However, through just the process of setting up this amazing and fascinating, beautiful piece of art, I have realized that Professor Alloway was definitely correct when he warned about the horrible affects of a blogging addiction.
I've never really been big into the blogging world. My mother started a blog as an outlet for her artwork. Through this she has come into contact with many talented individuals around the country, and she is also encouraged to more actively pursue her own work. My sister started a blog as a countdown to her wedding: talking about all of the stress that goes on behind the scenes of that big day. But when she writes, it's mesmerizing. You can see the words explode off of the page in a glorious, triumphant celebration. Me? Yeah, right. Who would want to hear what I have to say? That's the amazing thing about the world of blogging. I don't have to care whether or not people who will read this will like it or not. I can put my thoughts out to the world and if someone doesn't like what I have to say they can keep their mouth shut. Or, hey, just don't read it!
Blogging (as summarized by Wikipedia...yeah, yeah, not supposed to use Wikipedia as a source...whatever) is "a blend of the term web log" and is usually maintained by an individual with regular updates of multiple entries.
It's crazy how many writing entries you can read online now. When I was younger, the only things I remember that one could read online were articles by people that got paid to write. Even when my mom and sister starting blogging I was like, "You can do that?". At that time I was still in my little bubble. I don't wanna blog. Blogging's stupid. Blogging's for wanna-be writers that sit in coffee shops, drinking expensive coffee and acting like they're doing something important. But once again, I came back to the belief of who would want to hear my thoughts?
Now that I think about it, blogging is a public journal. Some people sit in bed at night and write down their private thoughts while snuggling under the covers. While, apparently, others sit at their computers composing posts that anyone in the world can read. Seems like the opposite point of a journal, but hey, who am I to judge.
As soon as I finished titling and creating a background and design for my new blog, I immediatly starting writing. After a paragraph or two, I emailed my mom, exclaiming how much I am loving this "assignment". "I am addicted, mother. I love this stuff. I feel like I'm expanding not just as a writer, but as a person, too. Normally I feel that I take into consideration what everyone is saying and don't necessarily make my own opinions off of those. And I feel through blogging I am growing and evolving my own opinions and I don't give a crap what anyone else thinks about it!! I have to be careful though. This is homework, yes. But I have other classes too :("
So my audience members, I must now attend to my other studies. I bid you adieu, and thank you for being a part of my first post!