Now you can ask me why this happened, but sullenly I would respond only that it was the late night that did it to me. I was up, granted, only until 9 pm, and then I went to bed after I (finally) managed to turn off my skype call with a friend of mine who was playing a video game with me. This doesn't seem late for most kids my age, 21 and going to college, taking the bus from their little apartments or walking from their dorms to class. I am not like most college students in that aspect, I don't get to live in a dorm or in an apartment building where I can meet people and go out late at night.
Out past Thurston theres a beautiful property, which is surrounded by mountains and green grass, fir trees, etc. There is no worries out there, and I have found my home becoming more and more of a place for my friends to go when they're upset about something or just want to get away. Is it really that much of a shock to know that going out to the countryside is good for your health? Not really, most would easily believe that, but what they DON'T see is that for those of us living out there now-a-days it is more of a problem than something that's good for us.
I am very lucky. I live with my parents, and I am going to school on their time and money, and they pay even for the gas that gets me there and back and forth. On a good day, the trip takes twenty minutes. By good day I mean that there isn't any traffic and if there is some it's not in my way on the highway. I figure that 30 minutes is what it is on a bad day, though I never let myself become that late usually. I will not lie and say that I am not a young woman who isn't always in a hurry, and of course I wont say that I don't drive 60 instead of 55, and 65 instead of 60. Admit it, most of us this age are fast-paced and if we're not doing something we feel is important we just get into a heap of trouble and wind up being scolded or feeling irrefutably terrible about our days.
Where am I going with this post? Well, I find that i need to set a tone for my story, and it is immensely difficult to interest people when you're life is as dull and rhythmic as mine is. If I had not started out with a story, would you read this post anyway?
Continuing on from that fact I would like to introduce myself to some hopefully interested readers. My name is Heather, and by my information you can also tell that I am a current inhabitant (most of my previous time as well) of Oregon, back in the countryside that I so happily describe and lend out my room in. I have three horses, soon to be two as the oldest one will probably not make it over the coming winter. They're names are Missy, Rufus, and Lucero (oldest to youngest.) I have two dogs, soon to be one as the old American Eskimo, also aptly named Missy, will probably not make it over summer. My parrot Sweetpea (a yellow-crested amazon) is only 12 or so, and he will be with me perhaps and hopefully the rest of my life. Maybe he will outlive me.
Anyway, now that that is out of the way, let me answer the "why" question of "Why are you writing a blog, Heather? Why did you decide the world needs to know about you?"
I really have no idea. People don't NEED to know about me, but like every other person in society today I feel the need to make myself known, to leave my mark so it is lasting in the eyes of my readers and in the eyes of my friends. We all strive to so something spectacular so that we will always be remembered, or at least recognized in the world when we are still living.
I plan to make this Blog, hopefully, about my progression through college and my experiences, perhaps some of my emotions and annoyances that I believe people may sympathize with and want to know that others out there are having the same issues. Perhaps I will talk about books, show you my artworks as they arise (or you can just look at them at ophilialove.deviantart.com, and i wont have to) or rant about how I am trying to get internships in different countries for my journalism or trying to travel the US in either the internet or in planes for stories and things worth showing the planet or writing about for readers.
Blogs, I've felt, have been good outlets and practices for people who wish to improve on writing for general audiences. Maybe writing in this blog will help me with not only my grammar, but also with a more expanded vocabulary and ability to weave words into a wonderful and well-known Blog. It's my turn to do something great, even if it has to be from the middle of nowhere.
I hope to get your luck, everyone, so that I might someday become the Journalist I - from here on out - am striving to become.
