I've finally given in to blogging.
In middle school, everyone had a xanga or a livejournal or some other online medium of expression. Older readers may not remember this, as I think the trend began and ended swiftly. Or maybe it was a regional phenomenon special to growing up in the slow pace of the Shore. Regardless, I was a xanga queen.
I have to be honest: I stumbled across my xanga login information recently and went to the page to take a look at my writings. After reading and laughing hysterically at several pages of what seemed like endless teenage angst, I promptly deleted the site. I wonder now, in starting this blog, if a future 40 year old version of myself might re-discover it and laugh at what I now find to be so important.
Nevertheless, I blog.
