True Life: I am an online journal addict.
May I have your attention, please. Emily has finally broken down and signed up to livejournal.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who wanted an online journal. So, where did she go? Livejournal.com, of course. But were they giving out free acounts anymore? Of course not.
So, she moseys on over to ujournal.org, the next best thing that just happens to be free. She signs up there and all is well. Until... that one fateful day when someone was hurt by the words in her journal. Suddenly, all of her entries become friends only, and the ujournal begins to die...
Time passes, and she stumbles across her friend's melodramatic.com journal. "What a cool name," she thinks to herself. A few minutes later, she is a member of the melo community. She decides that this journal will be kept sacred, and only a select few will know the mysteries it contains.
"But where can I put my poetry?" she wonders. She needed someplace else to put all her random poems, lyrics, and literature exerpts into. That's when she discovered blogger.com. Easy to update and even easier to keep hidden, her blogspot journal was born.
Updating all these journals begins to become a hastle. "Shouldn't there be an easier way to update?" she proclaims. By following a link in her friend's aim info, she is taken to mindsay.com, where you can update easier than anywhere else: over aol instant messenger. She knows a few people there, and decides to sign up, too.
Now, the girl has 4 online journals, but she has less and less time to write. "Who needs to do their homework anyway," she decides, and the ujournal comes back to life. The girl begins to notice that everyone else seems to have a livejournal account, and it makes her sad. She can't read any of their friends only entries, or leave comments with out being branded Anonymous. And then, there was a miracle.
"My livejournal account was free," says wonderingwhy_. The girl was only one click away from being a true online journal fanatic, the livejournal could finally be hers!
Welcome to the livejournal of MissingMemories. The rest, is history.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who wanted an online journal. So, where did she go? Livejournal.com, of course. But were they giving out free acounts anymore? Of course not.
So, she moseys on over to ujournal.org, the next best thing that just happens to be free. She signs up there and all is well. Until... that one fateful day when someone was hurt by the words in her journal. Suddenly, all of her entries become friends only, and the ujournal begins to die...
Time passes, and she stumbles across her friend's melodramatic.com journal. "What a cool name," she thinks to herself. A few minutes later, she is a member of the melo community. She decides that this journal will be kept sacred, and only a select few will know the mysteries it contains.
"But where can I put my poetry?" she wonders. She needed someplace else to put all her random poems, lyrics, and literature exerpts into. That's when she discovered blogger.com. Easy to update and even easier to keep hidden, her blogspot journal was born.
Updating all these journals begins to become a hastle. "Shouldn't there be an easier way to update?" she proclaims. By following a link in her friend's aim info, she is taken to mindsay.com, where you can update easier than anywhere else: over aol instant messenger. She knows a few people there, and decides to sign up, too.
Now, the girl has 4 online journals, but she has less and less time to write. "Who needs to do their homework anyway," she decides, and the ujournal comes back to life. The girl begins to notice that everyone else seems to have a livejournal account, and it makes her sad. She can't read any of their friends only entries, or leave comments with out being branded Anonymous. And then, there was a miracle.
"My livejournal account was free," says wonderingwhy_. The girl was only one click away from being a true online journal fanatic, the livejournal could finally be hers!
Welcome to the livejournal of MissingMemories. The rest, is history.