My hair is up.

Subconsciously I always pull my hair back whenever I am doing something, ever so intently. Why would my hair be back when all I'm doing is writing a silly blog post? Aren't these things supposed to be super informal, something I enjoy doing, and something that's not graded? Well the truth is I have unknowingly wanting to start my own blog since the 2nd grade.

For my 9th birthday I got a Lion King journal, complete with a lock, from my friend Morganne. I wrote amongst Simba, Nala and that meerkats' faces each and everyday. I wrote about my outfits, my pet rat (cool!), and... my supposed true loves. One day I must have not locked my Lion King journal well enough, because it found its way open-faced into the hands of my three older brothers who embarrassed me at the dinner table: "Carly wrote in her diary that she loves Lance 'as much as this world!!!'" Oh, I will never forget the humiliation that loomed over me. Naturally the boys would not live it down. I couldn't believe they read my deepest, darkest secret about my "as much as this world" (what does that mean 9-year-old Carly?) love for Lance Hayward! If I had been smarter, I would have thought to have started these famous blogs (and the Internet), or at least thought to put my Lion King Journal underneath my mattress.

So now, here I am. After all these years of writing with pen and paper—still about my outfits and boys, but also dreams and regrets—I am truly starting my blog. Oh, and this is the third attempt. But third time's a charm (yuck, cliches!). 

All right, enough for now. Hair's back down.