Okay, so I'm finally going to give this a try. All my friends are doing it! And inexplicably, I woke up at 2:30 this morning and thought, why not? So I weighed the pros and cons of starting my own blog:
Pros
I think it looks fun as hell.
We all know that I'm an attention whore.
I love to write. My mommy says I'm good at it.
It'll give me a reason to take more pictures (as if I needed one). Okay, at least this way I'll actually DO something with said photographs.
Since I'm too lazy to keep a journal, this'll do.
Cons
We all know that I'm an attention whore.
It'll give me a reason to take more pictures.
[looking] Hey......! All right, seriously:
My life isn't that interesting.
I'M not that interesting.
No one will want to read it unless I force 'em to.
It'll create a whole new internet obsession, and everyone and their mother knows that's the last thing I need.
My uncle (okay, technically he was my second cousin, but we're Filipino. Any human with a deep voice and a wee-wee gets called "uncle") passed away two weeks ago, on Halloween. He'd been battling advanced lung cancer for a little over a year, and had lived a healthy life as a non-smoker. Anyway, in the programs handed out at his funeral mass, there was a page printed with text from his online journal. He'd been writing it since the first inkling of trouble, and his family found it on his computer after he died. And I found it incredibly, beautifully, and sadly touching to read how he was feeling, in his own words.
Pros
I think it looks fun as hell.
We all know that I'm an attention whore.
I love to write. My mommy says I'm good at it.
It'll give me a reason to take more pictures (as if I needed one). Okay, at least this way I'll actually DO something with said photographs.
Since I'm too lazy to keep a journal, this'll do.
Cons
We all know that I'm an attention whore.
It'll give me a reason to take more pictures.
[looking] Hey......! All right, seriously:
My life isn't that interesting.
I'M not that interesting.
No one will want to read it unless I force 'em to.
It'll create a whole new internet obsession, and everyone and their mother knows that's the last thing I need.
My uncle (okay, technically he was my second cousin, but we're Filipino. Any human with a deep voice and a wee-wee gets called "uncle") passed away two weeks ago, on Halloween. He'd been battling advanced lung cancer for a little over a year, and had lived a healthy life as a non-smoker. Anyway, in the programs handed out at his funeral mass, there was a page printed with text from his online journal. He'd been writing it since the first inkling of trouble, and his family found it on his computer after he died. And I found it incredibly, beautifully, and sadly touching to read how he was feeling, in his own words.
So there you have it. Inspired by Uncle Jimmy, I shall now take up precious space on the worldwide web that should probably go to something or someone more deserving, but eff it. I'm takin' it.
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