Some thoughts on journals
Yea, I guess this is considered a "blog." O well.
But since 2001 or so, I've been documenting my life on the internet. This is a really sad thought. Of course, it's not here at LJ. Let's be honest: I never use this thing. I suspect maybe I should more, since it's SPACE. And much like my passion for purchasing blank notebooks and never writing in them, I kind of feel secure knowing I have it if I want it.
I went off on a tangent. Let's get back to the point, for all you non-existents who will never read this.
So I was a pretty silly little girl. I kept diaries (which I still have and sometimes review) reflecting all my current crushes and all the petty punishments I accumulated through my youth. But around 2001 or 2002, I discovered how awesome internet journals can be.
Since then, I've backed up everything I've written. It's amazingly telling, just to see what I had to say at certain times in my life. I think I've mellowed out a hell of a lot. Maybe it's the cigarettes.
Anyways, I find it wonderful. I have text back-ups of my life so far. I love it. Whats even more awesome is that for all these years, I've actually had an audience. Racking up views, people are actually interested in other peoples' lives. This astounds me.
Of course, not everyone gets the details. This is, after all, the internet.
Due to this epiphany regarding the internet, I've decided that I should probably start using that leather-bound journal which was given to me as a gift from, lo and behold, a reader. Since it was given to me years ago, she's disappeared into the internet someplace, presumably consumed by it's vast span of nothingness.
So yea. I think I should try to write the things that are non-internet into that leatherbound one.
MY POINT? Journals are really rad, if you're disciplined enough to keep one. If you have a lot to say about things, it's even better. Especially if you want to look at they were you were 10 years ago, or document things you felt as a constant reminder to your life lessons.
But since 2001 or so, I've been documenting my life on the internet. This is a really sad thought. Of course, it's not here at LJ. Let's be honest: I never use this thing. I suspect maybe I should more, since it's SPACE. And much like my passion for purchasing blank notebooks and never writing in them, I kind of feel secure knowing I have it if I want it.
I went off on a tangent. Let's get back to the point, for all you non-existents who will never read this.
So I was a pretty silly little girl. I kept diaries (which I still have and sometimes review) reflecting all my current crushes and all the petty punishments I accumulated through my youth. But around 2001 or 2002, I discovered how awesome internet journals can be.
Since then, I've backed up everything I've written. It's amazingly telling, just to see what I had to say at certain times in my life. I think I've mellowed out a hell of a lot. Maybe it's the cigarettes.
Anyways, I find it wonderful. I have text back-ups of my life so far. I love it. Whats even more awesome is that for all these years, I've actually had an audience. Racking up views, people are actually interested in other peoples' lives. This astounds me.
Of course, not everyone gets the details. This is, after all, the internet.
Due to this epiphany regarding the internet, I've decided that I should probably start using that leather-bound journal which was given to me as a gift from, lo and behold, a reader. Since it was given to me years ago, she's disappeared into the internet someplace, presumably consumed by it's vast span of nothingness.
So yea. I think I should try to write the things that are non-internet into that leatherbound one.
MY POINT? Journals are really rad, if you're disciplined enough to keep one. If you have a lot to say about things, it's even better. Especially if you want to look at they were you were 10 years ago, or document things you felt as a constant reminder to your life lessons.