10-year blogging anniversary

Today marks my 10-year anniversary in the blogosphere. When I first started blogging in 2002, “blog” wasn’t even a word. We called it an “online journal.” Before Facebook and MySpace, even before Friendster, LiveJournal was the place where I connected with college friends across the country. We posted to LiveJournal.com and commented on each other’s updates. I lived in Portland, Oregon at the time and even met a few very good friends from the Portland LiveJournal community “Damn Portlanders.”

Last night I went back and read my first few entries, and I just found them so amusing. It really was like reading an old journal. I should get them all printed into a “book” and just sit and read them straight through some time. I’ve come a long way from that 24-year-old. I didn’t know that in just another year and a half I would move cross-country to Boston for grad school and that I would meet the love of my life who would become the father of my daughter. There were so many things I didn’t know, but so many of my experiences were recorded throughout years of writing on LiveJournal. Here are my first four entries.

Me at age 24

 

what have i gotten myself into?

May. 23rd, 2002 | 12:18 am
mood: thirsty
music: letterman and j.lo provide the background banter

Okay, so here I am…..a bit inebriated and eatin’ me some chex mix. It’s now cheesier. Cheesier and with 50% less fat. No wonder it’s the leading cheese snack!

 

alone….again

May. 25th, 2002 | 03:35 pm
mood: depressed
music: awkward silence

Last week my friend Scott told me he’s leaving Portland. He told me over lunch at the Cup and Saucer–tears running down my face. Seems he wanted to be someplace public so I wouldn’t throw things at him. I’m not mad at him. I’m just…sad at him.Scott is a big part of why my being in Portland was okay.Now what?He’s decided to move to San Diego. He doesn’t know anyone. No job. When I try to explain his departure to other friends it’s difficult because I’m not sure I understand his reasons myself. He’s unhappy and this is something he feels he needs to do. That’s reason enough I suppose, but it’s not making his exit any easier.Scott is my primary portland playpal. I miss him and he hasn’t even left yet.

 

i am dumb

May. 26th, 2002 | 12:15 am

I can’t seem to figure out how to get a picture uploaded. I swear I’m following directions. Still, I get an error message that says, “Data stream is not a known image file format.” What’s that mean?

 

domestication

May. 28th, 2002 | 12:07 am
mood: exhausted

I spent a large part of my evening discussing wallpaper for a nursery. Seriously. I voted for the lavendar fairies. Angie thought the fairies were, “too scary.” I disagreed. Loudly. She told me, “not to be so passionate.” I thought that was pretty funny. I’ve always wanted to be passionate about something. I didn’t expect my passion to be baby decorations, but I guess we all have to start somewhere. Sometimes I feel as if I have several completely separate lives. Tonight I was very domestic, with my older, coupled friends. We talked baby names and babies and weddings and ick. It’s not bad I don’t suppose. I do have an opinion on these things. The lavendar fairy border with a light yellow paint–complimentary colors! Anyway, I caught myself having this sort of out-of-body experience. Other friends in my life wouldn’t have even recognized me. I initiated a conversation about crockpots for the love of pete.

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