Personal blogs
Blog. Blogblogblog. Does anyone else think that the word “blog” is a really, really weird word?
But that’s not my point. I was reading over my earliest blog entries from the beginning of freshman year earlier, and I went, “Wow. This is ridiculous. I was a really odd little girl back then.”
It was my first blog, on Xanga.com. My entries were full of “EEEEEEEEEE!!!!”s and “OMG!”s. I obsessed about the littlest things, dedicating pages and pages to how a homework assignment had taken “soooo” much more time than I’d thought it would (meaning it had taken 45 minutes, instead of only half an hour). They are spastic entries, with nothing of real substance. I laughed and laughed and laughed as I read them, amused by the way my 13-year-old mind had seen the world.
I am insanely glad that I kept that blog. I wrote about my first dance, being angry about having to get braces, and about problems with people at school. I look back on it and remember how I felt when I was writing it, the emotions that went through me.
That being said, though, sometimes it’s difficult for me to keep up with my current blog on Livejournal.com. Sometimes I just don’t have the time to write a commentary on my life at the moment; sometimes when I do have time, I simply don’t have the motivation.
It’s sad, though, because I really should have the motivation. It’s the same reason why lots of people still keep journals and diaries; I want to be able to look back on this and remember how I felt about things. I want to be able to remember the small things that were going on, as well as the big things: The last blog entry I wrote in my personal blog was about Agora Days, and what classes I have this year.
My point is: Personal blogs are awesome. They’re on the Web. They’re going to be there forever, as long as their owners don’t delete them. And you can look back at what you wrote and laugh like a crazy person.
— Michelle Gao