I just realized I started this blog back in 2005, and well... my entries from then are a little scarce and vague. I remember what was going on then though, and am so thankful I've narrowed down my crazy a bit.

That's the thing about journaling, you can't really be 100% honest unless you are prepared for everyone ever to know everything about yourself. Online is one thing, but especially if you actually have a journal in book form. There is something so special about actually writing your thoughts, then coming back later to see that you put all that effort into spilling your heart onto those pages. However, Somebody always finds it and reads it, knowing they should have never touched the one thing that is most precious to you. I've had to throw out all the thousands of pages I wrote, after being read by somebody who shouldn't have and then almost ruining my life. Yes, pretty much lovely.

I've told myself I would write about my life and what-have-you for, well, pretty much my whole existence.. so maybe I should start. I probably won't, but I want to, so I guess that's a step in the right direction. I tell myself that every January first. Wow, I've had the same New Year's resolution forever and I've never followed through. That's not really a surprise.

So, here goes...it might be a stress relief to write about something that doesn't have to do with a research paper for once.

Cheers.