Ohemgee! This week has been the hardest ever. School is just really getting on my nerves and I’m feeling so down because of the weather and I was just so lonely on Valentine’s Day and it just seems like nobody gets me.

So, I created this blog to document my sorrowful existence, in hopes that maybe others who also have bad days can read it and relate and then start following me. It’s a collection of my random thoughts on dolphins, the Powerpuff Girls and Barack Obama. Enjoy and feel free to comment below!

Thank goodness for the Internet. I can finally pour all the same entries that went into my lockable Barbie diary that I had when I was 12 onto the Internet for all to see. Phew. And to think I was worried that nobody would know how I really feel.

But, in all seriousness, the blogosphere is an absolutely hysterical concept to me. From the mom who creates a blog to document the transformation of the guest room into the baby nursery, to the random sappy poetry of an 18-year-old girl from Mississippi (yes these are real blogs), I don’t think society is ready for this sort of technology.

However, blogging has its perks. I enjoy reading about the lives of women in the fashion magazine industry that I am obsessed with. Those with careers outside of “blogging” I can appreciate.

And I won’t deny that I have a blog myself where I sporadically post things from around the Internet that I find interesting.

But, I’m not using it as an outlet for my emotions. And I think that is what annoys me the most. Okay, I can understand that you’re going abroad and you want to rub it in my face that the next six months of my life will be spent battling the frozen tundra of Milwaukee while you’re “taking classes” in Spain. I would brag, too. So, no big deal, I’ll just live vicariously through you and your Tumblr.

But at least I don’t have to read about the breakthrough you had this week while listening to Ingrid Michaelson. And  I appreciate that. I thought that’s what people had Twitter for. Is blogging just the paragraph version of a status update? I don’t think that’s what it exists for.

A whole other problem in and of itself are blog names. This is where those “creative blogging types” really disappoint. “She’s Just Being Molly” has already been used as a line in a song by pop princess Miley Cyrus. Replacing Miley with Molly doesn’t make a profound statement.

“Oodles of Kisses and Goodnight Snuggly Bugglies” sends a fast-as-lightening trigger to my brain instructing me to place my cursor over the “next blog” button and click immediately. There is absolutely no reason to read that one any further.

In an age where the Internet reigns superior over all other media outlets, it is no wonder that sites like Tumblr and WordPress took off, allowing anyone from anywhere to tell their story online. And now it’s just gotten out of control. If used properly, blogs could be a constructive addition to our lives, and it’s unfortunate that it’s very much the opposite.

Bloggers for established and well respected publications such as The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel or The New York Times provide insight and opinion on aspects of news and lifestyle that add meaning to hard news. But using the blogosphere to post pictures of your cat’s new toy or the shoes you wore yesterday is kind of embarrassing.

And, as hard as it is to hear, it’s not something that people are interested in reading about. Maybe these are my personal “random thoughts” about blogging, but at least I don’t have an entire site devoted to them.