Poor Planning Equals Poor Guest Posts

Hi there!

First off a big thank you to Karl for not making me beg too much for the honor of guest posting asking me to guest post for The Summer of Love Spectacular.

Second off, the answer to the question you’re all asking yourselves right this second. Who the hell am I? Well, in a nutshell, I’m Sheila of the not really infamous blog Charm School Reject. In a not so nutshell, well, okay, we’re not going to turn this into an all about me post because really, in the grand scheme of things, who gives a shit who the hell I am? Yup. My thoughts exactly.

Anyway.

Third off, the thing you are all here to read….my guest post. ::ahem::

Alright so I am sitting here at 10:00 p.m. on Thursday night trying to mush a bunch of words into a somewhat coherent guest post. My original thought was to tell you all about the grand adventures of how Karl managed to snag me a Third Class Ticket into BlogHer and all the fun I had. But then a little lightbulb went off in my head, uh, earlier today and I realized that that would not work out very well because (one) I can’t very well write a post about something when I’ve only experienced the first half of the event ; (two) Karl would totally kick my ass if this post weren’t set to publish at 12:01 a.m. Saturday morning; and, of course, (three) both Karl and I know that the chances of me being sober awake enough to actually type on Friday night when I get home from Day One are slim to none.

After I’m done with this here guest post, I need to finish klassifying my regular business cards into blog cards because, if you can’t tell from the previous post, advanced planning is not my strong suit. You see, I don’t have blog cards because I just decided last week to go to BlogHer so I didn’t have time to order any online and I wasn’t on the ball enough to have some printed by Kinko’s. I’m also really lazy and didn’t want to print the stupid things myself. Which, in hindsight was a big fat fail because handwriting my url onto the back of my regular business cards is a total time suck and makes my hand cramp. Luckily, I don’t have any high aspirations of being the Belle of the Blog so if I hand out five of those cards, I’d be surprised.

I also still have to straighten my insanely ridiculous hair and try and tame it into something presentable because something tells me that showing up with my usual bastard child of a pony tail just ain’t gonna swing it when I meet up with the BlogHer babes.

Anyway.

Since I cannot write about the awesome fun I had at BlogHer because I haven’t actually been there yet and my muse seems to be on a permanent vacation….[have you noticed the lack of regular posting on my own blog?]….I am using this space to write a fortune cookie of sorts.

I am going to go to BlogHer….well, okay, LobbyCon….and I am going to have a kickass time once I make like Ariel and get my Land Legs going. No, seriously, does anyone know where I can find Ursela? I need to get rid of this fin if I’m going to not be a fish out of water. Bonus Points : I have a really strange feeling that people will like me much better if I can’t talk. I have a tendency to be kind of an asshole and I’m really good at shoving both feet into my mouth.

….and they all lived happily ever after.

xoxo

[Okay, so I realize that this kind of turned into being all about me but at least I managed to squeeze Karl's name in there....]