security in being unknown

So, let's see. Today my mom took me to the college that she went to. It's also the college that my grandpa and uncle went to, and I believe I want to go there as well. The legacy was very interesting. And my little group of friends is planning a sleepover sometime in the next two weeks, and I wonder if I'd be able to host because I never host, probably because my house is almost never that clean, except for birthday parties. And with my birthday party, I don't limit myself to this group of friends (yeah, I'm talking about da5). So.. yeah, I'd have to ask. And I dunno what my parents say. And I doubt anyone will care about this, but I guess that's why I blog. Because I can assure myself that only a few people will read this, while also being under the illusion that it's more glorified than a journal. I suppose I'd let out more secrets if I knew that no one that I know in real life would read this. But, seriously. I tweet about this blog, and I have friends who follow me on Twitter (not that they get on usually.) It appears in my Buzz feed. I've even put this as my website on Facebook (not that anyone looks at that.) But seriously, I can count the number of people who read this regularly on one hand. If I had 2 or 3 fingers removed.