Oh Xanga, how you haunt me.
I am stupid.
I was bored and not ready for bed and idly sitting in front of my laptop, which is never a good thing. I started reading my xanga and I realized how completley awesome I was back in the day. I remember every journal entry on that stupid little website, and when I think back to the way my life USED to be, I don't even recognize myself. I have little experience in this, but I'm pretty sure that not recognizing your own self a mere 18 months after you have lived that life is a BAD THING.
Now, before you start thinking about all the possible negative things that you assume I am talking about, hear me out. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the friends I have made at UMBC. I also enjoy the friends that have been there for me throughout the years. I am so bitter about life now. Bitter about money and material goods. This change has come about because I have been forced to be more reliant on my parents again to provide me with clothing, toiletries, etc. I lived a pretty comfortable little exsistence from the ages of 16 to 18.
The problem is, there is no REAL way to solve this problem of my two selves. I am who I am now just like I was who I was back then. Life was so good back then; school was easy, money was (semi)-plentiful, friends were awesome. There were no boy issues. I had Lucy and she would always be ready to be my chariot in the event of a much needed escape from parents. (Side note: Lucy may be road-worthy again within the next few weeks!)
The only thing I can do is make the best of this inner conflict, and so I will copromise with myself. I will not allow myself to be just like everybody else. I will be unique again! I will not become bitter, I will be optimistic again! I will write witty journal entires with random quotes again! And, I will do it all without having to deal with AmStud or Stinky the partially dissected cat!
Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.
Oh, and for any potential fuzzy teradactyls that may or may not be reading this, you are BY FAR the best thing that I have come across in the state of Maryland...or in any state, for that matter. Hands Down.
I was bored and not ready for bed and idly sitting in front of my laptop, which is never a good thing. I started reading my xanga and I realized how completley awesome I was back in the day. I remember every journal entry on that stupid little website, and when I think back to the way my life USED to be, I don't even recognize myself. I have little experience in this, but I'm pretty sure that not recognizing your own self a mere 18 months after you have lived that life is a BAD THING.
Now, before you start thinking about all the possible negative things that you assume I am talking about, hear me out. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the friends I have made at UMBC. I also enjoy the friends that have been there for me throughout the years. I am so bitter about life now. Bitter about money and material goods. This change has come about because I have been forced to be more reliant on my parents again to provide me with clothing, toiletries, etc. I lived a pretty comfortable little exsistence from the ages of 16 to 18.
The problem is, there is no REAL way to solve this problem of my two selves. I am who I am now just like I was who I was back then. Life was so good back then; school was easy, money was (semi)-plentiful, friends were awesome. There were no boy issues. I had Lucy and she would always be ready to be my chariot in the event of a much needed escape from parents. (Side note: Lucy may be road-worthy again within the next few weeks!)
The only thing I can do is make the best of this inner conflict, and so I will copromise with myself. I will not allow myself to be just like everybody else. I will be unique again! I will not become bitter, I will be optimistic again! I will write witty journal entires with random quotes again! And, I will do it all without having to deal with AmStud or Stinky the partially dissected cat!
Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.
Oh, and for any potential fuzzy teradactyls that may or may not be reading this, you are BY FAR the best thing that I have come across in the state of Maryland...or in any state, for that matter. Hands Down.