Starting Is Always Difficult... Right?

I am still looking for a nice template. I think that today I finally found a page with very nice templates, but I'm still looking for something far more important in a blog than the physical part of it... The posts.

Those bloody blog worth while posts. As you can see (if you've read past the first word) I'm not very blogy material. Heck, it's the first time I'm attempting something at writing since a long time ago and this isn't damn fiction. I just don't know what to talk about. And what I do wanna talk about, I need more research to make a very awesome post I can be proud of.

But, also, I have to remember to make one first!

That's why I was NEVER good with diaries when growing up. I wrote the first entry in the notebook and that was it. If I was lucky, there would be a second entry. Funny thing is, those 2 entries weren't even good! There was nothing going on in my life when I tried to make a diary! And even if something did happen I just never quite got the thing for diaries. I mean... You're talking with a freaking notebook.

You know when you approach someone you don't know so you have no idea what would be the best line to start a conversation with? You start over thinking every little thing when you can just go and say a simple "Hello" and hope she/he is a nice person? Well, it was the same for me and the diaries. I didn't know how to start; "Dear Diary", "Diary", "8/4/2003". When I finally got past the awkward introduction, it was time for the actual storytelling of my day:

".........................................................................."

Keep thinking... Keep thinking... I know something happened today...

"Today I When I got u Well, today was an interesting day. I went to the bath, very sleepy as usual, but then I spent 5 minutes an hour filling my mouth with water and spilling it out through my teeth competing against myself about which shot was the longest. It was re

Later After that, I spent my whole day watching TV Cartoon Network TV."


When something finally showed up in my day the last thing on my mind was the diary; I was too damn excited for that! But, yes, occasionally there was a time when I started the diary in a really exciting day...

Worst. Thing. Ever.

Why?

Have you seen the lenght of this post? Did you read the first paragraph? This was going to be a post about templates and not knowing what to post about 'cause the first post was feeling lonely!

In other words: If you let me, I talk way too much and I ward off way too far.