Lynard Skynard hat

2004-07-10 | 11:07 p.m.

So every time it is explained (begrudgingly, I must admit) all I can say is the same old thing, with no real progress. It's getting pretty depressing, so next time someone asks I'll have to jazz it up a bit or stop divulging information altogether.

Also Okinawa Kenjinkai went very well tonight. "Sweet."

I got a copy of Red Alert 2 (Insert applause track here) and it is fun times all around. Also I got a check for 42 dollars and finally turned in a bunch of backed-up time sheets... will be getting a few hundred bucks in a few weeks, then. "Incredible."

If family plans fall through (I am hoping this right now) then possibilities of hanging out with Rousseau and Wilhelm ensue. "Fantastic."

So I was told that this thing is depressing. But why (I mean, it's not a xanga... OH, you meant with depressing content)? Why can I not express my stupid teenage angst in this method (the medium nobody is even aware exists because it is not xanga)? Wouldst thou rather have me complain about these things incessantly in verbal mode (or have an annoying xanga)? Eh? Wouldst thou? ANSWER ME!

Well, in essence, I enjoy this little diary for one reason and one reason only (and it's not just the bitching about xanga). I do not pour my heart out, but I do not bottle myself up. Of course, that means that pretty much everything within this diary (except maybe my grammar, which makes pretty much every xanga look like schweinsdrek by comparison) is crap. Oh well! I am not a renowned author, and I make no method to do so. Nay, should I even attempt to use this diary for the online publication of some sort of series of short e-novellas, I would have to ask for my inner circle to oust me from this world (I hear that's a new service xanga's offering).I prefer using this medium as a method of venting and complaining, because, in short: In conversation you have to stick around if you want to be polite (I hear blogspot's pretty all right). On this diary, I don't expect anyone to be reading this (though I know some of you are) so you can quit at any time.

This is not made for you all (well, entirely). If I really wanted everyone to know what I truly think down deep inside, I would write long, meaningful entries that explore my psyche (basically, things not in xanga). If I wanted this to serve any meaningful purpose, in fact, I would state so plainly. However, as it is, all I use this for (most of the time) is advertisement of interesting possible social functions, a method of retaining my knowledge of proper English (both in vocabulary and grammar, so I may combat xanga) and a place to put up layouts I make as I fancy. This text? It's meaningless. If it is depressing, it's because I am thinking depressing thoughts. If it is ever happy, that would be because, at that time, I am in a happy mood. Then again, it doesn't even have to reflect my mood accurately (uh oh, xanga-length rant). I write in this... well, I've confused myself (xanga-style) but the point is that I shall write as i deem fit (livejournal kinda sucks, too).

I understand that by creating such a monstrously long block of text I have sinned against nature (but not as much as xanga). I take my leave now (to bitch about xanga some more).

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