To begin my blog with the beginning of my blog....

About four or five years ago, I had a xanga. Do you remember xanga? I begged my mom to let me get one. She was convinced, and still is convinced, that to open any kind of account online or to put any kind of personal information online was tantamount to inviting all sorts of serial killers and perverts to somehow hack into your computer, give your computer a virus (you were always in danger of getting some kind of awful virus if you clicked on anything), hunt you down, and murder you. Somehow, though, I must have finally convinced her to let me have one.

I remember attempting to write, on my xanga, cryptically--though not so very cryptically that it would not be understood--about the different boys I was interested in, about my deep emotions (very emo-like), and about the really intellectual books I was reading/music I was listening to. Sometimes I would write the whole entry free verse or stream of consciousness--or rather, what I thought was free verse or stream of consciousness, but what was actually, I don't doubt, complete nonsense written very badly.

Anyway, here I sit, writing another blog--my first, since then. I imagine it will likewise be filled with lots of nonsense. I have debated creating one, because part of me thinks it's very silly to publish everything you do online for everyone to read. I mean, does the whole world actually need to know that I finally sorted through the two-year-old junk mail under my bed or that my cat got a cold? But then again...I do enjoy reading other peoples blogs. Secretly, I read them voraciously. Maybe it's because I'm nosy. I've no doubt that it's so. But I figure, I ought to enable others to be nosy too, since they probably enjoy it as much as I do.

So here is the start. I tend to be inconsistent (although I'll try not to be), and I tend to write way too much once I start (although I'll try to limit myself).

Thanks for stalking me today. Now I am going to attempt to work on my finances a bit, clean my really very moldy shower curtain (see, already too much boring info you don't care about!), and go for a run. I'm a terrible runner, but I do so enjoy telling people I "went for a run." It makes me feel really cool.