here we go…

Oh friends, it’s happened. I have a blog.

Not an emo blog. not a detailed account of my daily drama. not an overly dramatic plea for you to listen to me. If I ever get like that please bitch-slap me. Or steal my trunk of shoes and hold them hostage. Actually, that’s probably a more effective, so go with that.

Instead, I want this to be a place where I catch up with my loves and share the profoundly insightful or delightfully worthless musings I have over tea or lattes or wine or champagne. With my acceptance to study in London this summer, I’m anticipating the year post-sophomore-slump to be filled with a million and two travels and tales. I plan for this blog to be the public journal of my adventures while chasing the dream of the woman I want to be.

Maybe I’m channeling Carrie Bradshaw in an attempt to get myself a fabulous shoe closet and a life in New York. (But I won’t write sex columns; I like to keep the business of my vagina off the internet .) And maybe this new plan of blogging will be like my other plans to journal, which are like my plans to loose 10 lbs or swear off love – spectacular in theory but continually thwarted. But just like I continually attempt to give up feelings and dessert, I will continue my attempts to sketch the thoughts in my mind.

In the mean time, I’ll steal the profound thoughts of others and claim them for my own life … enjoy.

“If you stand right fronting and face to face with a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimiter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in our extremities;if we are alive let us go about our business.” – Henry David Thoreau

yours.Rachel