First Entry...

Well, I certainly didn't expect the journey to my blogging to begin so early. Honestly, I thought I wouldn't feel the hardships of a blog until maybe three days later, when I would have to humanely decide, "TO BLOG or NOT TO BLOG." The purpose of my blog is purely selfish, but today people seem to enjoy the inter-working of everyone's mind, so I decided to skip on my perfunctory purchase of a small oddly colored or textured journal that I would forget about for months at a time and go right ahead and begin my blog ages before I got into college.

So, my adventure:
I had promptly finished using the bathroom and decided to brush my teeth. After glancing at my bed for the seventh time, I realized I'd left my watercolors on my bed for a REASON. Oh yes, I was supposed to paint today, but I was so uninspired, so very distraught and left penniless with the currency of the time being ideas. I spit the white froth of my favorite Colgate into the sink rinsed my mouth and the sink and left the bathroom to stare at my paints.

I stole the paints my last year at Mt. Vernon High. It was perfectly alright, they completely dismembered the art classes at the school anyway. I remembered the day I stole them was the last day and I sighed with my hand on my hips and made my decision promptly. I grabbed a vase, and some pencils and sat on my bed with my computer and decided to blog. Ah yes, it makes no sense, but I'm getting to it.

NOW, here I am on my bed with paints and a vase and brushes (that I also stole), sitting next to me in bed not painting and odd picture I'm sure. But I am blogging because I want to stick to something, I haven't stuck to painting or anything except my beloved Jeffrey and even my relationship with him gets rocky. The journey I was looking for, was a journey to something I would have to do, much like brushing my teeth, in order to feel healthy and be healthier. Unfortunately, it began sooner than I had hoped.

I got online excited to write my first entry, thinking I would skip the posh and get right down to business, instead...I found out, I would need a name. I pondered it and LilOwl was born. An aside to my dear Jeffrey Lee Owens, I like little owls too, but that was mostly who it was for. I moved on and realized I would have to write that same trash as usual, favorite movies, favorite music, and when I got to the books I said, "To HELL with it," and hastily typed in, "too many." It is a true statement, I do like too many books, but I could have listed them...I'm simply being lazy about it. And then I came to the lay outs, I don't want to seem too hipster, too emo, too self-centered, too boring, too fat, too ugly, too ....myself. So I closed my eyes, and pop...there it was. My heart was palpating at an erratic speed, I felt alive, I WAS DOING SOMETHING...and I hadn't even begun the first entry. A tiny, "oh" echoed across my room as I realized this...and here I am writing.

So, my first ...reader... whoever you are. BE prepared. I may not write this much everyday, but let's hope I write and keep my head on. History is important it allows us to look back, if I began to record my own history I can look back and recall what makes my journey worth it.