long hiatus

When I turned the big 1-0 my parents threw me a birthday party at the local roller skating rink and bought me my first diary. At the time, I was existing on a heavy diet of Baby Sitters Club and Sweet Valley books and was absolutely convinced that this diary would be what would complete my life. It would become my closest confidant, be the secret keeper to my most secretest thoughts, an invaluable record the intricacies of my every day. It wouldn't just stop there. It would be the first in what would eventually grow to be a multi-volume collection of mini-autobiographies detailing my incredibly interesting life.

It would be something I would sit down with my own daughter and browse though, our mother-daughter bond growing ever stronger as we giggled over my crush on Alan Lovehart and his amazingly green braces. It would serve as an archive of anecdotes for my later autobiography after I'd "made it." The musings I would fill the diary with would be perhaps so profound, so inspirational, so artfully crafted that one day I'd leave my diary lying around and the sheer genius contained within those pages would draw a world renown literary agent to sign me on as the world's youngest authoress. The fact that the predominant location of the diary would be under my bed, never mind the extreme unlikelihood that anyone world renown would reside in Kennesaw, Georgia never entered my young, delusional head. As I clutched that cloth covered book with its garish rose and wildflower motif, I was just so ready. It was going to be amazing! No, better than amazing. "SUPER amazing." I scribbled enthusiastically in my first entry.

Seven years later, I found the diary, wedged between my mattress and box spring still a quarter empty. By that point, the Internet had hit and everyone was too busy setting up Geocities websites and AIM accounts to put pen to paper and I abandoned even the feeblest attempts at trying to fill up the rest of its pages altogether. As of today, I think I may still have it somewhere but have a suspicion that I actually destroyed it after reading one too many badly written and cringe-inducing entries on my middle school years.

This foray down memory lane is a rather long winded way of explaining my sudden disappearance since April. Work, the subsequent Chinese net nanny censure of blogger and washing my hair has distracted me from my once voracious blogging habits. It's true - I am a lazy updater but, on the bright side, at least I'm consistent.