Hello My Name Is...

Well after a couple of regular posts, I figured I'd introduce myself to the blogging world. I am new to this part of the internet void, but I felt since I'm a journalist major writing down the things that come into my head might not be such a bad thing to do. Anyway...what to say about myself.

Well I grew up in Hershey PA, as you are probably already aware, because it seems that the people who read my blog already know me, and well that was my first post. As you know I never really liked Hershey, but I must say it gave me a place to grow up. There wasn't much entertainment, so we "kids" created entertainment, going on private property down by the local quarry was always a fun thing to do, or biking down the the local park, Shank, or just going for a drive to get milk for Mom. All these things you learned to do just to pass the time, sit in the car with the windows down and the horrible radio music blasting out of the one speaker that still worked. What can I say I was a pretty regular teenager, with a run down car, some friends, and very strict parents. I guess it made me realize how wonderful freedom was, I don't know, maybe that was their goal, I still don't understand their grand plan for me, but I keep on working my life out step by step.

So I grew up in Hershey, nothing remotely excited ever happened, unless you count the time when my sister and I snuck out for some chicken nuggets at Wendy's and had major Catholic Guilt for telling Dad we just weren't hungry for lunch. We stuck the bag of "evidence" deep at the bottom of the trash bin outside, just in case. More or less I grew to be independent and looked up to my sister as a goddess of coolness, and still do to this day, mostly because I'm a dork, but ultimately because she was my best friend and still is. Anyway back to who Anne is. I moved here, to Hershey that is, when I was three, before than I lived in Connecticut, which I still call my "true" home whether I can truly say that, well that's my choice.

When I was in 5th or 6th grade I started writing. Never thought it would amount to anything but what the hell, it gave me something to do, and it helped me work out the stuff that I couldn't seem to talk to my parents about. Never was a big fan of my mom, not that I don't love her, but we just never clicked, maybe its a younger sibling thing. I was a loner, didn't have a ton of friends, but you know it wasn't so bad, no one hated me or bullied me, so I lived a life of crime all to myself, in my journal of course. Which I'm sure I'll call upon at some point in this blog.

Now your probably wondering why I even thought to start this blog, or you not, but I figure if you are still reading I might as well write some more. So yeah I'm a journalist at heart, always was I guess, well a writer, just never thought I would study it, so in the middle of my freshman year, I said hey maybe I'll start a blog. Now I must say, I didn't think of it, my friend wrote one, and I read it everyday, its a good blog, and it got me started. I'll give it a shot, if no one reads it well at least I can do it for myself. I can put all the silly, serious, and sincere thoughts I have out into the void of space. Maybe it will help someone, or entertain someone, or fuck make someone really angry. I finished my first year of college this year, I finished another chapter in the book of life, and some part of me wanted to share it. That's the real reason I started writing this blog, no matter how silly it sounds, I have always had this philosophy that people should share their lives, don't keep secrets because what's the point, life's a mystery enough as it is, why keep more secrets. Yeah if a friend tells you to keep something on the down low of course, keep your mouth shut, but that's not really what I'm getting at. We all of different stories, mine will come out in the pages (or posts) of these blogs, or the book I may someday write, but I feel like everyone has a different story a different path, and it should be shared. You may not think your life is interesting, but it is. There is something unique about everyone of us, even the lives of your "enemies", whoever they may end up being. When a life is shared judgment should never be passed because you know what you don't know what the person next to you might have gone through, you don't, because like I said life is a mystery, all of it. It's a challenge that everyone must go through whether it lasts a couple of minutes, eighteen years, or a hundred, its still a life, its still something. Someone knew some part of it I'm sure, so why not share the tale to more people, you never know what you may learn from someone else's story. Humans are to self-centered, I know I am, I am so selfish in my own way, but I still keep a ear listening to the walls I have built around myself, I have a few windows and doors and cracks to let other opinions, other ideas, other stories in...And at that I will leave you all. The void is open to everyone, but what is there to listen to but static if some of us don't start talking...