There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.

I need to start this fucking thing :: Sunday, November 4th, 2001

So I found myself needing a place to express myself ... a place to place my thoughts and emotions so I can disect them and find some meaning in the chaos of what I term my consciousness. If there really is such a thing out there...

And like a beacon calling to me from the world wide web I find this entry on a search engine called live journal and think to myself...self, perhaps you've found the instrument of your expression. It seems too hard these days to sit down with pen and paper in hand and write. Why is that? Is it because it seems like work and things flow so much better when you're typing them into your laptop? Is it because I seem to relate better to and on the internet than I do in person? Why the fuck is it that this would be simpler and more natural when I learned to write before my parents even owned a computer? Maybe its because I just spend too much time with the thing ... chatting with friends, writing mail, researching, building a space within a space that doesn't even exist in this space...just as bits of memory.

Well, I am working it out here and at least the effort has begun...