The First One

I've written about my life for over five years. Using various websites (and frequently taking months-long hiatuses) I've talked about what I've had for lunch, put a funny twist on unfortunate circumstances, and chronicled the disappointments and revelations of my small life. I mostly found myself writing when something was wrong, when I had felt slighted or irritated. It did not make for a good read, I assure you; no one likes a blog half-empty. So, here I am. Using yet another free weblog service to try and put something together for Future Me who loves to read back over what I was doing on any given day in the past.

April 9th 2005:
I want cheerios freakin bad. My mom is in love with her turtles. In all honesty, I am a little frightened. Okay, I totally minimized this window for like 40 minutes...so I don't remember anything I planned on typing and I don't even feel like updating anymore.

Yeah, I think that's fully something future generations will be glad I documented.

You see, I've just had kind of a milestone birthday, and so I've been thinking for a little while that it's time to start fresh. But with what style? I need a change from the mixture of doom-and-gloom and TMI that was my old journal. Do I dare attempt the wit and eloquent writings of Holly? No, they certainly can't be replicated. Go for the shrewd, intellectual ramblings of Mimi Smartypants? Hmm, I think I would need better access to public transportation to achieve those. I would love to have something as gorgeous and light as dreamday, but I think I would end up crying myself to sleep over all the lovely things I can't yet afford. I guess I'll just be me, then, huh? You know, minus the cheerio lust and absent-minded posting.

-a