journals

i'm bad at writing in a journal. i was really good for one year of college, and on my study abroad, and then i got home and never wrote in it again. (almost not an exaggeration.) my journal doesn't even know i'm married. if i died, and everyone forgot about me and then someone found my journal, all they would know about me is that i loved spain and that i had some awesome roommates. i would forever be laura alyse murphy circa 2 years ago.

so i thought about how many things people DON'T journal about and therefore, those things aren't recorded for anyone in the future, and how many happenings NOBODY remembers.

i told my mom i felt like blogging was a waste of time because i know something like 4 people read it (including myself) and she said i needed to keep doing it because i will be glad to have something like this as a family history later in life, something that i can show my kids about life before they existed. well, if that's the case, hello, future children.

so i guess this blog is like a journal. so i don't have to feel bad about not writing in one and saving all of the precious memories tommy and i are creating (all of our hours of studying in the library and whatnot). what a relief.