no, i don't. but i wanna be a blogger. a good one. and blogging makes me like to write. for years i wrote in journals. from middle school through college graduation. then i fell in love and i stopped. why is it that i stopped journaling once i had a lot less to whine about? what's up with that? seems backwards, doesn't it?
i recently came across three old journals in the top of my childhood closet and took them home with me to read for a trip down memory lane. i read about 5 pages and i had to stop! what i worried about as a 16 year old seems so ridiculous now. apparently all i cared to talk about was boys. i loved boys. boys were stupid. does he like me? what a jerk! i'll never find someone. how dare he do that to my friend? i think it's love.
wake up, teenage cortney! it's not love. i cross my heart, hope to die. man, if i could sit that girl down and talk to her today. reminds me of this post written by one of the jewels of blogland. what would your letter say? mine would say something along the lines of chill out.
blogging has replaced journaling. i am not a writer, but it appears that i like to write.
now i'll leave you with a few things that make me smile:
- chris was once matt foley for halloween (on the far right, pictured with a dip shit, a pot head, and that guy from nightmare before christmas). he does one helluva chris farley impersonation.
- i am really loving all things suzani, especially from wisteria.
- could someone please loan (*give*) me $2999.00 for this bad boy? (also from wisteria.
- and lastly, for other blog nerds like me: guess what?
big boy's nap time is coming to a close. so enough journaling/writing/blogging for now. (and back to obsessing about followers and comments :)