I Miss Blogging

After having kept a diary for several years it feels alien not to be recanting my daily encounters into some piece of online storing software. And thats the best thing about it being online, its accessible anywhere, by anyone (which has not always been so brilliant in the past) but it means you can connect with hundreds of people who, in normal run of the mill life, you would never encounter. And i now have the most fabulous possession ever; a Macbook. Not the macbook air, unfortunately, but a laptop which is fully portable and has all these other amazing features on it too thanks to apples creative geniuses. But then it should, at £600. That was my entire months pay and some Christmas money!

But back to the point, i want to start blogging again. But this time i'm thinking of doing a video diary type thing. I'll think it over, anonymity is a big issue to consider, but the idea of actual moving pictures appeals to me very much. I read 1984 recently and the significance of keeping a diary was made distinctly obvious. It is your tiny piece of personal history, untouchable, distinct and accountable. It is there, it enables you to place exact times and events, exact dates. And you know what? I am stupendously overjoyed (i can't think of words, i seem to have lost my skills of articulation) that i kept diaries whilst i was...experiencing growing pains...because it means that what i felt i not just a blur of distance emotional memories but a real and very painful eperience that i can return to at any time. It's not forgotten, is perhaps my point. Never forgotten by an overloaded human memory.

Perhaps i will continue writing an online diary because i do love writing. I forgot how fun storytelling can be. It'll also help with all those bloody essays i have to do.