And now, the poetic stylings of me...

There once was a boy named Scott
He said, "Girl, you're too hot to trot!"
He wanted to practice law, but instead he went to the spa
But the Law School saved him his spot!

People read this sh**?

I had such a great weekend last weekend. I got to go home and see my baby sister singing and dancing like a champ, and my big sister rocking Alawddin like she wrote it. Granted, she didn't use my phenomenal line that I made up months ago (look left he's gonna fail out, look right he's gonna drop, that means I'm gonna land on top), but she did a pretty decent job. 

So what really shocked me was going to an afterparty with my big sis and her boyfriend, and having more than one (ok, it was 2) people tell me that they follow my blog. One interaction went as follows: 

Me:"Hi, I'm Laura's sister, I'm really cool". 

Scott: "I don't care who you are, no one is as cool as Laura and how dare you say that".

Me: "Whatever, I'm pretty awesome and we're related". 

Scott: "Wait, are you the sister that blogs? I love your blog!". 

Lots of hugging and giggling ensued, but I walked away with a sense of WTF someone other than my blood relatives reads this? Now I just feel bad because I've been such a terrible blogger. 

To be honest, my real vision is to have some huge publishing company approach me wanting to write a book of my previous blogs, a la Carrie Bradshaw. But that got me thinking. Carrie wrote one column per week for a newspaper and bought lots of very expensive shoes. I'm in graduate school, a single mom to a pup, and a semi-decent blogger. So what gives? Am I missing something or did Sex and the City teach us that a weekly column in an underread New York newspaper can sustain a Jimmy Choo fetish? I call BS on miss Carrie Bradshaw, but I will continue to seek out her fate as an author, as an aside to my real life as a grad student - aspiring professional. 

How will blogging change our culture of writing?

P.S. If you want to feel hot, go to a party in a leopard print skirt, where everyone else knows each other. Fresh meat always gets hit on.