Say what?
So. Here I am. After having spent at least half an hour trying to remember what my password to this old "LJ" thing was, and all that is involved in that, (checking email for password, trying to remember old email address, trying to remember old email address password, trying to reset old email address password etc...) I suppose I'll make a post. Here it is.
Looking back over some of my last entries, I try to laugh to avoid cringing while reading the words written by a previous self of mine. I'm slightly embarrassed of and for myself. But it could be worse. I could not be. be be be be........beeeeee
but I am.
It's strange doing this. I pretty much have a non-existant internet presence, as far as socializing is concerned. I don't use AIM, I don't have a facebook, I don't use but never could delete my myspace. I like it. I like the burdenlessness of being unconnected. Although, I think it translates as me being an uncaring ass hole for the most part.
But it's all about me, is it not? And III know I don't mean to say "the fuck with you" to everyone I once knew. I just can only handle knowing and being myself, and associating with those who are physically around me. I mean I have to STUDY! I seriously do not understand how people know enough to get good grades AND "go out" on the weekends, and some weekdays.
While we're on the subject, I love how to "go out" has its own specific connotation on college campuses, or at least mine. To go out does not simply mean to leave, to exit, to depart... no, no. To go out is much, much more.
Looking back over some of my last entries, I try to laugh to avoid cringing while reading the words written by a previous self of mine. I'm slightly embarrassed of and for myself. But it could be worse. I could not be. be be be be........beeeeee
but I am.
It's strange doing this. I pretty much have a non-existant internet presence, as far as socializing is concerned. I don't use AIM, I don't have a facebook, I don't use but never could delete my myspace. I like it. I like the burdenlessness of being unconnected. Although, I think it translates as me being an uncaring ass hole for the most part.
But it's all about me, is it not? And III know I don't mean to say "the fuck with you" to everyone I once knew. I just can only handle knowing and being myself, and associating with those who are physically around me. I mean I have to STUDY! I seriously do not understand how people know enough to get good grades AND "go out" on the weekends, and some weekdays.
While we're on the subject, I love how to "go out" has its own specific connotation on college campuses, or at least mine. To go out does not simply mean to leave, to exit, to depart... no, no. To go out is much, much more.