Okay, so I already had a blog but, it seems to me that it's over-ruled with nothing but teenage girls striving for online popularity. Now, I have no problem with this except that it takes away the true meaning of what a blog is about. No, I don't want to hear about your day. No, a blog post rarely consists of a mere one or two words. I don't know, maybe I'm just a pessimist. Probably.
To be completely up front, there isn't anything on my mind. I keep thinking about something that I want to post, something that I think other people would want to read..but, now that I think about it, I really don't care. It is after all MY blog. So, maybe I should just talk about myself..beings that I'm such a conceited person and all. My name is Chas Kern Harper, and I'm 18 years old. What sucks about my life right now is that I'm at a complete stand-still. I live at home with my parents who, after all these years I'm beginning to understand more than ever. Marla and Paul Harper although are very crazy, everything they do..they do it for me. My aunt and uncle. My blind Grandmother..I hate how everytime I refer to her I refer to her as my 'blind' grandmother, like she's nothing else..I really need to find a new label. Then, there's my little cousin, who is more of a sister to me than anything else. After all, we do rely on each other quite a bit..being the only two sane people in a house of 7.
I strive to be a journalist someday, I mean it combines not only my love of writing but, it allows me to write for an audience of thousands. Not, that anyone would read it afterall..since the journalism industry is failing but, I don't really care. It's what I love to do..and, if the journalism industry does continue to go to shit..then, oh well. I went after my dream. I'd rather work for a job that doesn't pay anything, but I love it..then to work for a miserable high-paying job. Does that sound stupid? Probably, so. But, it's what I want. It's something I've wanted since I was a little kid. Now, maybe my dreams were a bit more unreachable when I was that small, but, ever since sophomore year in high school, I've had this weird passion for journalism. It's all I really can see myself doing.
But, to achieve any of these dreams I need to go to school, and am I in school..? Nope. Colorado decided to have this whole one year length for an out-of-state resident to become a resident. So, here I am waiting out my year until I get my in-state residency and I can actually go to school. Which is weird for me to even comprehend, never did I think that I'd want to go to school, but I do.
Well, for someone who said he didn't have anything on his mind I really let it rip, didin't I? Haha, I guess that's just how my mind works. Once I start writing, I can't stop. It's been this way ever since I was little..maybe that's why essays and whatnot were so easy for me in school. Maybe, that's why I decided to get a blog? No, the reason I even started this was because I was researching journalistic-related internships and they said the best way to obtain one is to have a blog, and continue to further my writing..so, here it is. Bask in it's glory, because to those of you who actually read, I thoroughly hope you're entertained.
