Five years ago, I started this stupid blog under an even stupider name on the last day of April. Less than a week later, I graduated college, packed up my dorm, and boomeranged into my parents' basement. At the time, I was jobless, moneyless, and directionless. Right now, I have a job, a little bit of money, and some occasional sense of direction that changes depending on what I read on the Internet that day.
Am I happy? I guess so. I'm not unhappy. I wish I could save a decent amount of money, but I'm much better with my finances than I used to be. I'd like to strike a nice balance between being impulsive and being rational. I've been told I obsess over the little things and underestimate the big ones. Everytime I start talking or thinking about where I am in life, the dumb optimist side kicks in and ends it with a hearty "It could always be worse!", so I guess I'm doing okay.
There are more than 650 posts on this site. A lot of them are crap. I'm not at the point in my life where I can read them without cringing, but I'm glad I still have them for when I don't find myself so embarrassing.
What I've written on here varies widely from one post to another. I don't follow a schedule and post erratically. I know of blogs that started around the same time as mine that grew to be very, very popular. Some of them are still around. Others aren't. They disappeared slowly, like smoke, becoming private or invite only. But this fossil's still around, for now at least.
Here's a few entries that don't make me choke:
Despite this dumb website and its purpose for keeping track of memories, I've recently started journaling again for the first time in years. I've been depending on what I write here to keep track of things, but to be honest, I'd rather keep most my observations and day-to-day blahblahblahs on paper the old fashioned way. I forgot how nice it can be to scribble things down, even when my hand cramps.