Blogging and Packing

I'm not very good at keeping this blogging thing up, am I? Believe it or not there was a time way back when I used to post in my blog every single day without fail for a whole year (after that year I eased up a bit and went to a post every second day or third... and then grew increasingly infrequent). That was some crazy dedication. Of course I was a lot younger with a lot more blab in me. Most of the posts were about my day at school and shit like that but they still always managed to be very long. Usually averaging a whole word document page. I think what made me give up on the every day thing was my self-irritating tendency to NEED to include everything. I just wouldn't feel right or wouldn't feel comfortable if I left stuff out (which is probably one of my anxiety/OCD problems). So in the end, I just really felt like posting was a burden since it left me with a feeling of unease if I left stuff out.... yet if I didn't it would take me around an hour or more to post it all.

Of course, it made for good documenting. I go back and read it fairly often. There's enough posts that I can go to a random date every once in a while and read a post that I'd completely forgotten about: read about my the days I had, the feelings I had (some stupid teenage feelings indeed), etc etc. But anyways, that's why I don't really do much about my day any more. Not to mention that to anyone who is not me, my day is probably of no interest to them. I feel like it was a very good exercise though; I learned a lot in working on that blog. It really did help to develop a writing style for myself and as I go through the posts I can really see the changes in my writing. The first post was completely colloquial then the later posts turned a lot more... literature-like. Since then I've let a lot of colloquial language come back in... but it's amazing looking back at some of my posts written when I was 14; they almost read like an adult wrote them. I'd recommend any aspiring writer to try doing blogging to be honest. It keeps you writing... writing anything at all. In fact, a lot of authors recommend writing anything just regularly to keep in practice.

This isn't what I came here to write about at all. But then the first line just completely distracted me. I guess that's one thing I do love about blogging. Other people may read it but in the end it's for you. You can write about whatever the heck comes to your mind there and then.

Going completely off topic but... packing. Oh dear god packing. I don't even know where to start =/. I've leaving for school on September 3rd, all the way to Kingston, Ontario. So I need to pack but what in the world do I bring? I brought tons of shit last time and a lot of it I never even needed or used. Like I had a box full of books and shit. Never had time to read them. On the other hand I discovered that I hadn't brought enough clothes and shoes. I brought a shit ton of jewelry but never really used them because I'm the weird type of person who always just keeps on the same ones and don't exchange them often. You'd think with all this knowledge it'd be easier but no... Not really. Listing stuff off in my head it seems like I'm not going to take that much at all but I just know that by the time it comes to packing, I'm going to be shoving shit in in every nook and cranny I can find. Remind me why I decided to go so far again? Ugh.