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How did I get here?

Here I am.  Vainly attempting to entertain the masses with idle talk of my life.  Do I really have anything interesting to say?  Will anyone even care?  All my life I have felt as though I am destined for some kind of ultimate greatness that just might quite possibly change the world, yet the older I get the more and more that just starts sounding like nonsense. 

Personally, I'd like to blame society.  When we are young we are told that we can be anything that we want to be, but once we reach young adulthood prior fantasies of world domination and such turn into, get a job, any job, and stay there.  I don't really want my life to turn into another life of endless office hours lost in the mundane paper-shuffling routine. 

Somehow along the way I turned into a complete idiot.  Once a strait-A student destined to become a brain surgeon or politician, now I have trouble even passing a college course.  For this, I'd like to blame alcohol.  Endless nights of partying my ass off did not do well for my college career. 

Often, I just feel lost in the world.  I know that there is greatness in me somewhere, I just can't find it right now.  This will be my experiment in testing my brain to see if there really is some sort of creative genius that is locked inside.  Maybe, online blogging will be my salvation to finding the purpse why I have endured the years of B.S. that has brought me to present day, typing away on my little lap top while the kids I am supposed to be entertaining are pulling each other around the room by leashes.  Maybe, with the help of the invention of the internet, someone will help me find my inner self that will lead to a life of fulfillment.  Or maybe, this is utterly desperate and helpless and I should just go get a real job.

No one to send this too!

This web-editing helpful hints thingy says I need to share this with five friends.  I don't think I have five friends.

It's not that I'm not popular.  The good spirits know that at any moment all I have to do is make a phone call and within the hour I can surrounded by people who claim to be my friend.  For that matter, I am currently residing in a house with four other girls, my boyfriend, two bunnies and a dog.  (It's actually a pretty interesting situation, maybe I'll write more on that later...)  However, the only person I would ever even feel comfortable sharing that I am doing such a thing would be the dog. 

Do I have something to be embarassed about?