I'm really bad at this.
First of all, I don't think that I have lots of random interesting things to say all the time. There's enough OTHER people blathering on the Internet without me helping say a whole lot of nothing.
Then there's the time component. I have a full time job, a budding photography hobby, a choir, a choir board, a holiday ensemble, a dog, volunteer work on weekends at the Peabody, a period music ensemble, occasional pet sitting, normal everyday chores (dishes, laundry, etc) and have recently acquired the Johnny Awesomesauce, my boyfriend (sort of like Johnny Appleseed, only...awesomesauce. You can blame "How I Met Your Mother."). So between social obligations, music obligations, work, dog poop patrol and sleep, I'm sort of BUSY.
Thirdly, I can't figure out how personal to make this blog. I used to write, near-daily in fact, on LiveJournal. It was theraputic. It was dramatic. It definitely helped me chronicle my writing style as it changed, and improved my typing speed like crazy. I was all over that bitch in high school, and the first half of college, but then it sort of died after I got back from Ireland (end of Fall 2006). I started this particular blog for an internship at Saint Mary's, and I'd sort of like to remain true that original purpose - semi-academic, well-crafted thoughtful postings on women, technology, feminism, and education. Yeaaaaaahhhhh. That sort of died.
So now I have no idea what to do. I don't want to chit chat about Johnny Awesomesauce all day long, because we're just dating and starting out. It's not like we're getting married or popping out babies. I don't want to talk about insanely personal parts of my life like I used to on LJ. DUDE you do not need to know about my periods. Or why I have issues with my parents. (What 20-something doesn't?) But I do want the freedom to brag about just how much fun J.A. and I have, or something goofy ParkerPuppy does, or shamelessly promote my fledgling photography skills.
So maybe I just say to hell with my inhibitions and make this blog exactly what I want to be despite these weird loyalties to The Original Purpose of this thing. Or maybe I go take a nap and think on it. Actually I rather like that last idea...
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