Day to Day Musings

I've given up on Blogger. I will be forever blog-illiterate. I probably couldn't "ping" efficiently if my life depended on it. The whole thing is superfluously complex. While some swear by it, I find myself bound by my familliarity and user-friendliness of lj. It looks like I'll also be posting in lit net forums blog as well. That being said, I've transferred the one and only post I've made in my blogger blog thing.
A Forced Beginning... meh
These are days of constant taunting. This journal being a fine example. It waits, at the bottom of my bookmarks, glaring at me, and reminding me that I have written nothing. Reminding me of how dreadful it is that I can no longer write like I used to and would rather abstain from it all together rather than write some pitiful nonsense which would be so far from enlightening that it just might kill a few brain cells. The more books I read, the more I realize how substandard my wordy sentences are. But, c' est la vie! Right? If Amanda hadn't whacked me over the head a few times, this entry would have ceased to exist, and emptiness would have swallowed this journal whole. She basically said that there's no reality to a journal which is pitched to the hill with awe inspiring insightfulness. I beg to differ, but surrendered none the less; for what reason, I know not. I just hope that forcing myself to write in this bloody thing will provide an outlet if some note-worthy enlightenment should poof into my head. So that being said, I now introduce the not-so-inspiring, dreadful first impression, mind dribble which is the beginning of this journal. Ta-da!