All right... I've caved

All right. Fine. I give in. I'm quite possibly the only 23 year old on the planet who hates modern technology and wishes it would simply implode upon itself but after much bugging from many loved ones, I'm finally caving and attempting to "blog". Blog? Who actually came up with that name? Were they possibly a bit tipsy at the time? I suppose I shouldn't judge as I myself have more than once said or done something completely stupid- so why not add blogging to the list?
This blog is a random collection of thoughts, experiences and rants that I'm sure will be of no use to anyone but perhaps and (hopefully) humorous to someone. I'll admit up front that I'm hoping that this "blogging" eventually helps me further my career as a writer- that's right folks, yet another creative dreamer hoping to be the "next big thing". And if nothing comes of this, then at least I attempted to join my peers in the 21st century. Sigh.
So let's begin, shall we? I will be turning 24 in 16 days and I'm terrified- I know, logically, that turning 24 is nothing to freak out about but freaking out I am; after all, I shall be 24 and still working part time at a bookstore. No career, no house (I'm living with my parents temporarily and hoping, praying, pleading to get out as soon as I can), no boyfriend, no prospects... what a loser I am is all I can think. I know, logically, this is stupid. I have two degrees- bachelor's in English and master's in Creative Writing. I've been to more countries than most retired couples and I've seen and done some pretty cool things. But that's all been done; now I'm facing the to-be-done and I'm finding that I am sadly lacking in most of the usual accomplishments my peers have long ago mastered. So I face a new year, another birthday, and the prospect of figuring out what to do with myself now.
This very minute, however, I'm going to bed. I've had a rough day and have another long one tomorrow so I'm going to finish watching the history channel and then hit the sack. Peace out people.