I've always been a pen and paper type girl

I was recently told by a dear friend, my song-writing partner, that I should start a blog. I found this oddly flattering and that, actually, it makes a lot of sense for me. I'm an avid journal writer, trying to preserve every detail of my life, for I loathe looking back on even a week and forgetting where that time went. Call me nostalgic, call me obsessive, call me relatable, it's who I am. I feel that life is too incredible to waste, and it has often alarmed me realizing that a whole summer has passed in which I can only recount a few stand-out memories. I realized this when I was 16 years old, for I wanted to record every minute of what I decided would be the best year of my life. Laughable, I know now. The practice, however, has always stuck with me. It's been 7 years since then and I have accumulated a great deal of notebooks, most with aesthetically pleasing covers and filled with genuine and often humorous moments of "me." I have always found an inexpressible sense of delight in opening a fresh new notebook, whether for academic or journalistic purposes, and seeing that first empty page, ready to be filled with my inspiration, musings, and over analysis. Even occasionally just mundane details in order to satisfy my on-going nostalgia and obsessive need to be able to answer my constant wondering of where the summer, that day, that entire year went. So this is my fresh notebook page today. It seems delightfully appropriate that my blogging journey begins on September 1, 2009, as September used to mean the promising beginning of a school year. Now upon my sophomore "real life" year, I can start something new, yet familiar, promising, and thrilling right here. So thanks for tuning in :) I do not promise constant uplifting words or impeccable grammar, but I pledge to honor my cyber integrity with as much truth as I am comfortable to reveal, as much hope as I am capable of giving, and, as always, my over-analytical self.