Resurection

"Today I don’t feel Pretty/and I’m tired of trying to fit right in./Don’t think that you’re so great,/’cause being great must suck." -Billy Talent

Long ago, in a life I no longer consider my own, I kept diaries here. I think it’s time to resurrect the tradition. Specifically, I started this as a place to keep track of my walking/weight loss goals, but I promise not to bore the general public with that madness. I mean, who cares about a 24 year old woman’s quest for health. No, the memory of my pedometer, as well as the physical activity I undertake would probably be best left for my own records.

The juicier details, well, I don’t know that I want to share with a bunch of random strangers the deepest, darkest secrets of my soul.

But the memories. That’s where I hope to shine. I have a million stories, a rich life lived poor leads to a wealth of anecdotes, and without the desire to go spend everything I earn entertaining myself in public, I find that as of late, I’m beginning to fond time to gather my thoughts and possibly even organize them.

Seriously, though, I’m probably lying. I’ll bet I turn this into a mundane record of my day to day life, a mediocre attempt to stroke my own ego. There may yet be hope, however, that the muse sing through my fingertips.

We shall see, we shall see.