sometimes I realize that I have awful memmory, except for phone numbers. I never document my life in any way, except write cryptic yet non cryptic post on my blog because there are certain people with whom i don't want to share certain thoughts or events. I write if I am happy, or if life sucks, but i've always wanted a journal. I had hoped for that when creating a blog, but the thing is, that I can't remember for shit the details of a day in the life of me. I'll be honest, I want to have kids some day. yes, screaming bratty children that I can be responsible for and give beautiful names and makes sure they grow up to be amazing people and have good sex lives. but I wont be able to do that, cuz I wont be able to tell them amazing stories about my adolescent days. I already wiped away the memories of elementary school, being to embaressed about who I was. I mean, why should I be ashamed? its not like the majority of people are actually cool in elementary. I also believe that I've wiped away most memories of 6th grade. but now I'm thinking about it, I might as well try to start preserving my life now, cuz I already miss the things that I've forgotten.