Goodbye Blog Virginity

So... here's the deal.
My name is Paul. I'm a 20 year old student, taking my Diploma in Media. I would like to leave this course with the qualifications to get me started at the bottom at some newspaper. From there I hope I can work my way up to being a journalist.
In truth I never set out to be a journalist. I wanted to be an actor from the age of seven. (Actually, I lie. I wanted to be a storm chaser. Like Bill Paxton and Helen Hunt in Twister. It was the saddest day when I found out that wasn't a "rational" career choice. Like I knew how to be rational at six.) So I wanted to be an actor. But, it turns out puberty would turn me into this introverted man I have become. The kind who would rather sit in on a Saturday night reading and writing, than actually going out and having a good time. (I'm almost twenty one, and I feel like I'm hitting forty already. - I should have a big red "L" painted on my forehead.) I honestly didn't imagine that be like this at my age. I'm a bit of an idealist and thought by twenty one I'd have my life all figured out. I'd be starting the job of my dreams. But let's be honest; when you're being pressed at fifteen to choose a career - you've not been thinking about a career. At fifteen you're more worried about whether you're going to get to six foot. (I'm five foot, eight inches and still wanting to grow taller) You're thinking about Anna. The really beautiful brunette sitting three seats away from you. You're not thinking about a job at fifteen unless you're Richard Branson. So I took an array of GCSE's which yet to have do any me favours. I was supposed to be finishing my final year at university, but I got a really great job offer first (as a nursery nurse). From there, I stared to take a detour in my life.
I was thinking "shit! I'm an adult now and I'm living in the real world. School seems like it was only yesterday." I had worked there for two years. Even though I loved it, the staff were a great bunch of workers, and the kids were spectacular, it just didn't feel like this is where I was supposed to be. I had slid into the job not really having to get to know who I was yet. So on one of my lengthy breaks for the nursery, I sat down and in forty-eight hours decided that what I wanted to do was work in the media industry.
That's why I'm on here. I was told by a tutor to start one of these blogs to use as evidence of writing. Blah, blah, blah! The other reason was to start trusting. I'm a very private person and the closest I have ever come to writing my own personal thoughts on the Internet would be through a maximum three-line Facebook status. A close friend challenged me to start putting myself out there, so that's what I'm doing.
So far the course at college has been a real learning experience. I learned that I could write. (And yet I can't read or spell that well). I have a great small group of friends and classmates who are all equally quirky, fun and fascinating. Once again, I've been lucky enough to land on my feet with a bunch of people who are supportive and inspire me. (By the way, if any of you are reading this, stop stalking me. I know you do it!)
So, at the moment I'm trying to organise an internship during the summer at a newspaper in Reading. Hopefully I'll be able to learn how to write better. If I'm lucky enough to work as a journalist (or get any job in these hard times) I'd like to get around to publishing my book that I've been writing and working on for the last six months.
I was hoping that when I'd start a blog I'd have more useful things to write about, but so far the only thing I have planned (being a broke student) is going to Hard Rock Calling in Hyde Park on June 25th-28th. Maybe there might be some other stuff to mention between now and then.
Thanks for reading.

P.S. Hope and Maria if you have seen this, I pray there are no spelling mistakes or too many commas. Because I know that bothers you two.