I'm a bad blogger

I'm terrible at blogging. I always have such good intentions when I start. And I don't know if it's good or bad to admit this, but I'm constantly thinking of stuff to write and sometimes even type it out, but never post. Why is a whole other story but it has to do with a good mix of laziness and thinking it isn't good enough. More laziness, I think. My nickname isn't Lazy Laney for nothing!

But now I have so much to catch up on. Which is why I never was good at keeping diaries when I was little. I always felt the need to catch my diary up on everything that had been going on. I couldn't just start talking about how Steve and I were in a fight. I had to tell how the first day of 9th grade we started talking and then went to Skatin' Place and started "going out" and then he cheated on me and now we were broken up. For the 105th time. How would my diary be able to keep up if it didn't know all the background? That would get to exhausting so I would just stop writing.

But after reading "Go Ask Alice" I always destroyed my old journals. The thought of me dying and those being my lasting words haunted me. I think I confessed to much to those diaries. I could see them being read out loud to me by a prosecutor one day. You know how much they care about high school keggers. So I ultimately always ripped out every page and tore them into lots of tiny pieces. I remember once even pouring water over them thinking they would get into this big mushy mess. But they were sorta slick pages that just kind of beaded up with water.

So now I've realized that, besides all of the tons of little things that have happened since I last blogged, lots of big things have happened, too. I should catch this blog up so it knows what I'm talking about. And then maybe I'll destroy this one day when Sam wants evidence of my laziness to get emancipated or something.