I was ten years old when I first kept a written record of my day to day activities and thoughts. I received a book with empty, lined pages and a green cover with pictures of Taz saying and doing nonsense as a present from my parents. At the time, I think I wrote in the book because I wanted to spend more time with Taz, of whom I was a huge fan. I ended up chronicling memories of my two most difficult years, as a ten and eleven year old struggling with renal failure and subsequent renal transplant. I was always sure to never ever think of my book as a diary, only a journal. Since then, I have always used the same medium to think about difficult times in my life. By writing in a journal, which morphed from Taz themed to Mead composition book over the years, I have been able to keep whatever memories I want to save and exorcise whatever struggles and stresses I want to banish. This blog will probably not replace my use of a journal as a place to vent, but I do view it as an outlet of sorts that allows the saving of ideas I find important or memories I want to replay.
Although possibly one of the most distinguishing themes of my life, dialysis and renal disease will not totally dominate this blog. I have always told myself that those things do not define who I am. I’ll write about my family – sister Rose, brother Sam, Mom, Dad, Bonza (the family dog) and Razzle (my dog). As a fifth year senior wrapping up college, taking a victory lap, as one of my friends would say, I will write definitely write about school, most likely when I should be doing actual school work instead. My friends will also make appearances, thus far mostly in the form of the quadpod, which refers to myself and three close highschool classmates. We keep in touch, hang out whenever we can, call each other awful names and typically have an awesome time doing nothing.
That’s a little bit about me for now. What’s the purpose of having a freakin blog if you tell your whole life story in the stupid About page anyway?
