I'm a bad blogger.

I just decided to blog about how I'm not a very good blogger.
I stalk blogs all the time. I honestly think I found the answer to my Facebook addiction.
It's blogstalking.
I've noticed that everyone else's blog I read is hilarious and highly entertaining. Or it's so deep and just reels you in. But mine is literally my journal. My 13 year olds pathetic journal of things that I think are important or interesting.
I just stalked this blog of this girl that I don't even know. I've seen her a few times and know her through a friend that really isn't a friend. Just an acquaintance that I might wave to if I saw her at the grocery store or the movies.
And this blog wasn't even hers. It was a friend of hers and I'm not even sure how good of friends they are. Like Todd and Copper. There the 'Best of Friends' but no one knows. (A Roo roo rooo rooo! That's what we do when we found what we been huntin' for!)

Either way. I felt like I knew her. Like I had known her for years and was so moved by how glorious and perfect everything she was writing was. How suddenly metaphors weren't just a required thing in an essay that you have to look up to see if tha'ts the description that uses like or as. Or if it's the other one that is harder because you can't just use "it fell as hard as rain" or "tight like unto a dish" or the cliche similes like that. If that is even possible. They were real and actually could be related to.
I love blogging and I love to write about my stories but I really want other  people to look back on this, my journal and feel like the knew me. Not just that I got hit on by #10 or that I love college and music and myfriends and my roommates or these boys. I want them to know me and the real me.
That is my rant about being a bad blogger. I'm going to work on it.
Think there is a class on these things?