First in a potentially short series

I'm not sure what exactly keeps egging me on to try and continue some sort of blog online. My long-neglected Livejournal account is a perfect example of my inability to keep this sort of thing going on any sort of consistent basis. I suppose reading other people's online journals and not wanting to become a play-by-play announcer for my own life has something to do with it. I also struggle constantly with the inherent battle of wanting to put some of what I feel online without divulging so much as to compromise my own sense of privacy. Since I recently started another real diary of my own to serve that other aspect of my writing, I don't think it would hurt to use this as an outlet for anything I'd like to selfishly state publicly.

It was actually coming across two old journals of mine that prompted me to begin writing again. Neither one of them lasted very long, for different reasons. One one them was written during a short and specific time-frame and was almost completely devoted to the same subject throughout. The other was written almost two years earlier in a very nice journal given to me by my roomate Ben. Finding this and reading the first entry from 2003 gave me a nice laugh:

"First off, I should thank my roomate Ben for giving me this journal for Christmas. Every other attempt at continuing a journal has always failed. Inevitably, I've written a little bit of backstory that, by the time I finished, killed the momentum of writing down my current thoughts. I still don't know if I'll write in here as much as I like, but hopefully it will still be therapeutic..."

By the way, that was the first and last entry in the journal.

So while I realize this may just be history repeating itself, I'll give it another shot. Maybe I'll learn a little about HTML along the way, since I am grossly uneducated on most internet languages. If you choose to read, thanks. Oh, and Ben, sorry for not using your present much. You should know, though, that at least I've written more since then.