Hello Again: A REintroduction

   Did you ever see something in a store, or in an ad that you really wanted to have or do? Maybe it was
that  diary you wanted when you were eight. And then you decided to do it. After two straight weeks of
begging, your mom finally bought the pink sparkly diary, making you the envy of all second grade girls.
At the beginning everything was great, you wrote in your diary every day, talking about everything and
nothing. You were completely committed to that diary, you even brought it with you to school!  But one
day, you forgot to write an entry.


   One day becomes one week, one month, one year. Before you know
it, its been ten years and your digging through old stuff in your closet,  deciding what to throw out, and
wait to save before you head out for college. Then, out of the bottom of the box falls your old pink
sparkly diary.


  Its not as pink, or as pretty as you remember, its been  bent at the corners, and some spots are missing
glitter completely. Yet the moment you see it, you hit a mountain of nostalgia. You read all of your
entries over, about the time you broke your arm on the playground at recess. About your first crush with
 the guy that seemed totally and completely perfect for you. But things have changed. Your arm healed
years ago, and that "perfect guy" turned out to be a perfect jerk, and you've crushed on and dated five
guys since your elementary fantasies.


  You've read for over an hour, wondering what your past self is experiencing next with anticipation. Then, you find a blank page. It stands like a wall, a huge dead end, and you then remember the first day
you forgot to write in it, and all you can think is  ' if only i would have kept at it!'. You regret not writing
 more entries, but the diary just isn't you now. Purple is all the rage now, and all you can do is shake
your head, and place the half finished diary in the keepsakes pile.


 That's how I've been feeling about this blog lately, I've decided that i don't want to find this website ten
years later, read my few entries, and end up deleting it because so much has changed that i cant start all
over and write that new entry. So here's a fresh start that i know i won't regret. I'm still Elaina, and this is
The Night Owl Report

 Best Wishes!

  E