I'm having a hard time coping with the fact that it snowed on the first day of spring.
Weather. It never ceases to let me down. On the days where I have something fun and outdoorsy to do, it rains. The days where the weather men tell you that it's going to be just gorgeous out, it snows. And the days when you plan something big around the weather, it fails you. At the rate I'm going, I'm pretty confident that the weather will fail me on my wedding day, hurricane Katrina will resurface and sweep me away in a mudslide, waving goodbye to my almost husband that it took an entire lifetime to find. Just to be safe, maybe I'll change my dream custom made white Vera Wang wedding dress into a brown one. I like to be prepared, mudslides and all.
This Hipster Sister blog you're reading has tossed the name Ali Pinho into a whole new meaning. I was a Web-born baby, learning how to navigate through the internet in only grade school, waiting for an hour to sign onto AOL via dial-up, only to have to wait longer because there were too many people signing on at once, only to find out that the friend that you were supposed to meet online an hour ago signed off because you took too long, or because they sent too many instant messages to their other friends at once, resulting in getting kicked offline for Instant Message Log Overload. Oh how the internet has advanced. I can now navigate the interweb on my Blackberry, googling facts about mini arguments had over coffee break at work. Hipster Sister has been a spring board to mini-fame, unintentionally. I'll see friends, or people I haven't seen in a while, and hear, "Oh I've been reading your blog! You're a really good writer, your life is ridiculous, and definitely entertaining. You need to blog more often." Blog more often? I blog every single day! Unless you'd like to financially support me for your personal entertainment, I am sad to announce that I can not turn this into my full time job.
It's funny, and pretty amazing, that so many people actually read Hipster Sister. What started out as a simple blog I started because I was home sick with Walking Phenomena, and then having close to two dozen mishaps of life compile me, it's turned into what most of my friends and acquaintances read, right after hopping off of their Myspace and Facebook accounts. The traffic hits of my blog just blew my mind. I'm just happy to be as equally entertaining as both of those mega cyber-social sites. Just don't cyberstalk me. Am I on my way to being a mini cyber-celeb?
There are two things that I will never fall into, Stickam and YouTube. As big as those sites are, I could just never be ok with the fact that I sit in front of a computer for hours upon hours a day, videotaping my life for you. I love you all, but no. I will never fall into the same category as the girl you see at the mall with cotton candy pink hair, snake bite piercings on her face, sporting a hello kitty purse, wearing a neon pink tee shirt that says 'Paramore' across it in big bold block letters and an Avril Lavigne ring tone blaring from her pink cell phone. I already have a twitter account, which I was talked into, and I'm pretty sure that's my limit. Even so, I can't even bring myself to update you every ten to twenty minutes of what I'm doing on a minutely basis, unlike some of the Twitter obsessed that I annoyingly know. Ironically enough, that same "pink hello kitty girl at the mall" is somehow following me on twitter. How she found me, will be forever a mystery. Stickam and YouTube deal with a consequence that I bet they never saw coming. Pairing live teens with live cameras: Celebrity. And if you've ever passed by a National Enquirer, People Magazine, or heard of TMZ, celebrity is not a good thing.
The world is cyber-based. Offically. And really, I'm not upset about it, nor can I complain about it. It's actually quite convenient. I'm sucked in, so I guess I really have nothing negative to say about it. Instead of getting people's phone numbers, you get their myspace account address. Then you get their phone number. You don't get business cards anymore, and if you do, there's a website address on it. I dare you to find a business card from 5 years ago that you were given with an email address and/or a web address on it. We just weren't havin' it 'back in the day'.
It's only a matter of time before the world turns the internet into Big Brother himself. Beware of the little camera on your mac, the whole world can see you through the peep hole of privacy you once had. Police men and investigators worldwide alike are already using super cyber-social sites such as Myspace and Facebook to bust kids on drugs and find pedophiles daily. Are we supposed to feel a little bit safer , or totally uneasy about that? I'll raise my hand on the 'uneasy' vote.
The difference between Hipster Sister and all of the other web-based, personal-life revealing blogs, video accounts, etc.? Hipster Sister is genuinely created to reveal the mishaps of life of a perfectly normal twenty four year old adult. Amidst the unfortunate mishaps, are jokes to lighten the terrible, but-only-for-a-moment-happenings of a girl's life, an inside view of the life of a girl that you might think has it all and is insatiably happy with all life has to offer - but it really isn't all as it seems. Hipster Sister was created so that others can learn to laugh off the terrors of life that we face in our young years, to intimidate the intimidations of life, to make you realize that, no, you're not the only one who faces challenges on a daily basis.
I'm here to keep you sane, even though all of my own insanity sometimes. I never, ever want to fall into the category of a "blogging, social cyber kid". I don't want to necessarily be known specifically for Hipster Sister. I just want to share, no cyber-fame needed. This blog wasn't created for attention, just like the kids on Stickam and YouTube, which are begging for attention, comments, etc. It's created from lessons learned and humor induced stories. So laugh at the stories of the life that isn't yours, learn from the lessons I have myself learned, and know that I am perfectly content with Hipster Sister being completely anonymous, unlike the pink hello kitty girl. There is no stardom to be reached here.
Because you can't spell attention starved, without S-T-A-R.
