Let's Share Feelings

I really do love to hit "next blog" in the navigation bar at the top of my blog. Sadly, I almost always end up with a) a blog in a foreign language, b) a spam blog, or c) a blog that was started two days ago.

And all these two-day old blogs make me wonder . . . what was it that finally prompted this person to sit down and start blogging? Was it spontaneous? Was it something they'd been thinking about forever and they've finally reached the point where they couldn't NOT blog about this burning issue?

I remember the first time I wrote a diary entry. I was in third grade, riding home on the bus, and this girl in my class was being SO dumb. Making a list of all the boys she liked and asking at least one of them if they loved her. I was so exasperated I couldn't take it anymore. When I got home I found a green notebook, locked myself in my room, and started writing. That first entry was written on Thursday, February 4, 1988. (Almost EIGHTEEN years ago. EIGHTEEN!!)

I wish I could reproduce the entry in its original form here, but I don't have a scanner, so my handwriting (and the front of the notebook, which is covered with "KEEP OUT"s and a skull and crossbones) is un-viewable.

I apparently also wrote some high school girls' locker numbers in the front (and then scribbled them out). The reason for this is lost to the ages.

And the funny/sad thing about that diary entry. . . the girl I was writing about got knocked up twice and has two kids now.

And I don't even have a boyfriend. Good lord.