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This is it, guys. This is my VERY FIRST BLOG POST.

Okay, technically that is not quite true, but I am going to go ahead and give myself leave to expunge my old high school Xanga account from my blogging record. Forgive and forget, right?

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about starting a blog for a long time, but due to my laziness/perfectionism that hasn’t happened until now. Being the inquisitive readers that you all are (actually that’s another reason blogging scares me a little – I have no idea who my audience is! And all my classical rhetoricians out there know that you can’t very well compose a masterful piece of writing without knowing your audience and purpose!), I’m sure you’re all wondering what has inspired me to change my ways and actually write this post. But I am also sure that those of you who know me in real life will not be surprised to learn that my answer is going to be sort of long and complicated and over-analyzy. (I’m an English grad student, guys, over-analysis is my bread and butter. Also I am officially authorized to make up words like “analyzy” whenever I feel like it because A. I have an English degree and B. This is MY BLOG, goshdarnit!).

The most immediate cause of this blog post is a tree.

To be more precise, the most immediate cause of this blog post is the fact that last night, a huge and unexpected thunderstorm hit the DC area and knocked down a gigantic, eighty or ninety-foot tall oak tree. The tree used to stand in my neighbor’s back yard, and when it fell it took out a big swath of their house, smashing off a gigantic chunk of the roof as well as the back corner of their house, where their bedroom is. Thank God, they weren’t home at the time, and no one was hurt. The really scary thing is that my housemates and I were all in the top back bedroom at the time, looking out the window at the lightning. If the tree had fallen just a few feet farther over, it literally could have killed us. As it is, the only damage to our house was one broken window (which was smashed in by falling debris from next door) and some gutters that got pulled down.

You’re probably wondering how this relates to the blog. Well, in addition to storms, the DC area is also being hit with a lovely heat wave right now. Since we have no power, that means that we’ve got no AC, leaving our house at a temperature that I estimate is approximately a whole lot of degrees hotter than I would like it to be. Miracle of miracles, we live across the street from a hospital, and they’re prepared for situations like this. So right now, I’m sitting in the hospital cafeteria with my laptop and phone plugged in and lots of bland yet comforting hospital food (think chicken and rice) in my tummy.

The hospital also has free wifi. To pass the time while my phone charged, I decided to check the blog of two of my very dearest friends, Rachel and Teresa. Lo and behold, since the last time I had looked at their website, they had both written new posts! Rachel wrote a brilliant and funny post analyzing Snow White and the Huntsman, and Teresa wrote an equally witty and charming post about personality types, self-improvement, and falling in love.

I have long been obsessed with lots of amazing women in the blogosphere (particularly the Catholic blogosphere – think Conversion Diary, I Have to Sit Down, Betty Beguiles, Barefoot and Pregnant, Camp Patton, and other similarly hilarious/profoundly inspiring people), who are amazing, but also really intimidating. As Rachel pointed out, blogging is scary. But I figure, if they can do it, why can’t I? Which is why, dear reader, I’ve decided to just bite the bullet and get started.

I had hoped that this first post would be a bit more substantial and thought-provoking, but it’s getting late and I should probably get back to my darkened house before the next round of storms hit tonight (hopefully there will be no more tree incidents!), so this will have to do for now.

PS – As I was sitting here trying to get this post to stop doing funky things and publish normally, a little boy and his father walked up and starting perusing the selection in the vending machines behind me. The dad wanted his son to choose a snack, but he just kept walking back and forth and saying “But this is amazing! And that’s amazing! And this is amazing! It’s all amazing!”

He ended up picking the Doritos and orange soda. Amazing!!!


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