Hello, and welcome!

I could drabble on and on in this first post. I could tell you about who I am, what I love, what I dream about. I could tell you my age, work experience, college major, current life track. I could spin you a little anecdote about my childhood. I could tell you the point of this blog, but I won't. Since this is the age of  '140 characters or less,' I'll spare you the background info; it'll find it's way into conversation soon enough. No, I think it's best to dive right in.

Do me a favor. Raise your hand if you have ever imagined life, your life, as something different than it currently is. Okay. Now keep it raised if that new life includes you being somewhat famous. Ah. One more time. Keep that arm up if your imaginary life involves you living side by side with your choice of today's celebrities. Yes, the few of you out there who are like me have an overactive imagination. Good on you! See, current social media technology (read: Twitter) makes it all the more possible for us just-barely-passed-teen people, and teens themselves, to feel as if we know the objects of our affections.

This all came to me just now, nearly 4am on a Tuesday. I was scrolling along on Twitter, a habit many of us can't seem to break, when one of my man crushes sent out a tweet. Now, I'm gonna be straight with you guys. You know little about me. Next to nothing. Basically nothing. So I'm going to go out on a limb here and just trust you all with my inner secrets and such. Let all my embarrassing details be known to you. Why? Eh, I'll keep that bit to myself.

So, the lovely Dylan O'Brien sends out a tweet. (Don't know Dylan? You should.) Harmless little thing. Bursting with personality and sounding spur of the moment and nonchalant. So, naturally, my immediate reaction is spiraling depression. Again with the getting to know me. See, while I may be a twenty-something, I'm not what you think. Most people hear 'twenty-something' and think, "Oh, one of those perfect city girls, the ones who dress like fashion models and drink cosmos while discussing existentialism." Yeah, no. Don't get me wrong. I can be that girl. Probably. That's neither here nor there. Conversely, I'm also not one of those perfectly awkward twenty-somethings. But isn't Jennifer Lawrence just perfect?! I digress.

Spiraling depression. For no other reason than the fact that I treat everything in my life as if I was a 12-year-old fangirl. I mean no disrespect. I was a 12-year-old fangirl. I just never grew out of the 'phase.' I get irrationally upset over the fact that one of my many imaginary lives cannot possibly be as true as I think it is. Because, contrary to what my mind's eye is telling me, I am not currently cuddled in bed with one Dylan O'Brien (your loss buddy).

My point, if I was even making one, is that dreamers have it tough out here. Life's full of little let downs. Even realizing you're currently sleeping alone.

Wow, okay. Can't end on that note. Hmm...can we talk about the leak of One Direction's Midnight Memories?! (I do not advise piracy. Please buy the album :D)