New to blogging, NOT to writing

I decided to bite and start a blog...go figure. It's 2010 and I'm just starting a blog. I wouldn't be surprised if blogging became extinct next year seeing that we live in a world that is obsessed with invention and innovation. That's a good thing! I guess. I can still keep up with the changes, unlike my parents who barely know how to use email (bless their hearts.)

Anywho, as I said in the title, I'm new to blogging, not writing. Meaning, I write in my spare time already. Okay, so it's a little bit of a lie. Over the years, I've had a few failed attempts of trying to keep a diary or journal. My very first journal was a Christmas gift from my mom with the Winnie-the Pooh character "Tigger" on the front. It was locked by a key and I held on to it for dear life. I still have it to this day, and sorry to say, it pains me to read some of the hurtful things that I wrote. On that same note, it was understandable. I was dealing with a lot at that age, and it came out through anger and frustration.

It didn't get any better with the next book. This time, it was a black and white composition notebook with a large "DO NOT READ- FOR CHRISTINA'S EYES ONLY!!" plastered on the front. Yes, I still have it too, and it's HI-larious to read seeing that I wrote it during those wonderful years before and during high school. It has "All About Me" lists in it for each year (lists that basically followed how my taste changed over the years, i.e. favorite movies for 2002, favorite food 2001, etc., etc.) as well as my thoughts on things like September 11th and the infamous blackout. In all, it's a highly embarrassing book because I was SO immature, it sickened me. But nevertheless, a great reminder that shows me where I came from. And chil', that's a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg way.

Since that journal, there has been more failed attempts, but this time, I think I got it. A few weeks ago, I invested in a black, leather-bound journal from Borders. At this point in my life, I feel somewhat, er, "disturbed"- mentally, physically, and emotionally. So the journal has been my form of therapy since I have a problem discussing my problems with others. So far, I've been doing pretty well in writing in it. Still keeping my fingers crossed however that I will have to diligence to write in it as much as possible.

As for blogging? Well, I always have a lot of my mind that I don't necessarily get to share with others. The journal is and will forever be private but blogging will grant me the opportunity to put some of my thoughts and emotions out there for others to read and maybe comment. Idk. We shall see. Btw, check out the pic I fell in LOVE with today. I'm sure my Dean would appreciate it too (it's her birthday today too-HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!)