I guess interning for an online magazine was the straw that broke the camels back.

No, I’m not badmouthing my unpaid internship. Surprisingly, I have zero reason to complain about it. Actually, it’s the reason I’m wide awake, attempting to create the blog I’ve been contemplating making for over a year now.

I’ve been a fitness/fashion/food/entertainment industry junkie since before high school. Hanging out with friends, shopping online and at the mall, trying new recipes, flipping through fashion magazines (plus the occasional tabloid or two), and reading my favorite lifestyle blogs took up the majority of my very little free time in high school. I barely had time to sleep as I juggled hours of homework and cross country/track practices, but somehow I always managed to spend time with my friends, as well as some quality ‘me’ time. A lot of my alone time was spent on my favorite blogs (shout-out to Peanut Butter Fingers, Sweet Tooth Sweet Life, and The Fitnessista, the three that started my obsession and have remained my all time faves).

I’ve never considered myself to be outspoken or one to say out loud everything that’s on my mind to people other than my friends. That’s where writing comes in to play. I have always loved to write, whether it be poetry or stream of conscience journaling or AP English essays (well maybe not those…). Whatever the style we were assigned in school, once I got over the initial pain of actually starting, I somehow found myself getting lost in my thoughts, suddenly staring at a full page of words. Once I got to college where I was not forced to do as much writing as I was in my AP classes, I still found myself missing that feeling of total catharsis that you reach once you let your thoughts out on paper.

My friends are the ones I talk to about everything- from the latest gossip to our love lives to crazy stories to embarrassing moments to the meaning of life to reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and everything in between.

My goal in creating this blog, is to (attempt to) say what comes to my mind as freely and openly as I do to my friends right here for you (whoever you may be…if anyone besides me ever reads this…).

So, as cheesy as these first words may have sounded, I had to start somewhere.

Aaand I have to end somewhere too…and that somewhere should probably be here. At two in the morning…