No. What's interesting, Firefly?
I thought that with school ending and me having endless hours to sit at home with family (not nearly as fun as it sounds), I would have so much more time to write and so much more material to write about. And, turns out, neither of those are true.
Unless you want to hear about the endless origami folding sessions resulting in enough paper cranes to [insert action that takes many, many paper cranes here], my recent love affair with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (yum), or my futile attempts to learn to knit; I am out of ideas.
Plus, I have become quite paranoid about the amount of personal things I post of the Internet. I mean, I recently Googled myself (Yes. I know, I'm a narcissist) and the results were a bit scary. My Myspace, Facebook, and several old blogs from my past showed up. Blogs if which any of my nursing professors found, they would most likely think twice before letting me take care of another human being.
So, three questions for ya'll [I totally just channeled Paula Dean]:
- What has been going on in your life?
- What do you write about in your blog when nothing is going on?
- How much information about yourself do you actually post on the Internet, social networking sites and blogs included?