Time for a hostile takeover.
...or not.
(The entry below was mostly written a few weeks ago. I got lazy, closed the window, and when I reopened it today to make this post LJ asked me if I wanted to restore my saved post. I forgot what it was, said yes... and decided it was too good to get rid of.)
Which brings me directly to my point, actually: I want to use this thing for its intended purpose of... er, blogging?
I like to talk. A lot. And a while back, I was doing so while on my way to classes, to my poor dad who was generous enough to give me a ride even though it's within walking distance (I... did mention I was lazy, right?). It suddenly occurred to me that I needed a blog to post all my not-so-short thoughts on life in. And so, a few weeks later at 4:30 in the morning, I was bored, surfing LJ, wondering if I should actually use this account to join comms and post any future fics I may or may not write because it's my main username on the internet and-
...and I remembered. And then finished that rant.
So, this account has a new purpose: I want to use it to post my thoughts on life. These are not the emo "life sucks, now read my poetry" kind, nor are they the "I saw a flower today, it was pretty, isn't life beautiful!" kind. I was thinking more along the slightly pessimistic "I do not like this about the world" type of thought, along with some facts/research and a heaping dose of tl;dr that sneaks into anything I post. Can't keep it out. I admit, I harbour unreasonable hopes that people will actually read these thoughts, agree, and keep wanting to read what I have to say because they find it interesting... because I do enjoy fame. And according to a class I had a final exam for earlier this week, the internet is a great tool for people to find fame. Fame, that is, meaning that people know who I am but I don't know who they are or that they even exist. (In that case, I do not want fame. I actually do want to know that anyone reading this exists. I like making friends. But I also wouldn't mind it getting to the point where there are too many people and okay, I do want attention.)
...tl;dr, okay, writing about life. I will do that. I may or may not also post fanfiction here for the exact same purpose of fame and friends, since all the good writers of anything seem to post here rather than on FF.net and I want to catch their attention. And then befriend them. (Aren't I sneaky. And subtle. Very subtle.) I might not do this because... well...
...intelligent, informed rants and fluffy fanfiction do not generally go together. And the people who are going to respect me for my informed and thoughtful observations of the world are probably not going to continue to do that once they see that I spend the rest of my time indulging in the equivalent of cheesy romance novels for a fictional series. (Even worse if they see it's Hetalia. I now wonder how people would react if they read something like, say, an essay on why America and China will never instigate World War Three with each other and then in the next post find a fic of America and China making out with each other. Which they never will, because I don't plan on writing about anyone making out with anyone else and I don't want to read about those two characters making out with each other in the first place but that isn't quite the point.)
I care a lot about respect and attention, don't I?
Because I am lazy, however, I probably won't post very much to get that attention and respect in the first place.
If I actually do post anything, though, well... at least that's one monologue that'll be recorded for me to look back upon in another six years and wonder what the hell was wrong with me at this age.
(Or maybe not, since I'm not a teenager anymore, but you never know...)
(The entry below was mostly written a few weeks ago. I got lazy, closed the window, and when I reopened it today to make this post LJ asked me if I wanted to restore my saved post. I forgot what it was, said yes... and decided it was too good to get rid of.)
Which brings me directly to my point, actually: I want to use this thing for its intended purpose of... er, blogging?
I like to talk. A lot. And a while back, I was doing so while on my way to classes, to my poor dad who was generous enough to give me a ride even though it's within walking distance (I... did mention I was lazy, right?). It suddenly occurred to me that I needed a blog to post all my not-so-short thoughts on life in. And so, a few weeks later at 4:30 in the morning, I was bored, surfing LJ, wondering if I should actually use this account to join comms and post any future fics I may or may not write because it's my main username on the internet and-
...and I remembered. And then finished that rant.
So, this account has a new purpose: I want to use it to post my thoughts on life. These are not the emo "life sucks, now read my poetry" kind, nor are they the "I saw a flower today, it was pretty, isn't life beautiful!" kind. I was thinking more along the slightly pessimistic "I do not like this about the world" type of thought, along with some facts/research and a heaping dose of tl;dr that sneaks into anything I post. Can't keep it out. I admit, I harbour unreasonable hopes that people will actually read these thoughts, agree, and keep wanting to read what I have to say because they find it interesting... because I do enjoy fame. And according to a class I had a final exam for earlier this week, the internet is a great tool for people to find fame. Fame, that is, meaning that people know who I am but I don't know who they are or that they even exist. (In that case, I do not want fame. I actually do want to know that anyone reading this exists. I like making friends. But I also wouldn't mind it getting to the point where there are too many people and okay, I do want attention.)
...tl;dr, okay, writing about life. I will do that. I may or may not also post fanfiction here for the exact same purpose of fame and friends, since all the good writers of anything seem to post here rather than on FF.net and I want to catch their attention. And then befriend them. (Aren't I sneaky. And subtle. Very subtle.) I might not do this because... well...
...intelligent, informed rants and fluffy fanfiction do not generally go together. And the people who are going to respect me for my informed and thoughtful observations of the world are probably not going to continue to do that once they see that I spend the rest of my time indulging in the equivalent of cheesy romance novels for a fictional series. (Even worse if they see it's Hetalia. I now wonder how people would react if they read something like, say, an essay on why America and China will never instigate World War Three with each other and then in the next post find a fic of America and China making out with each other. Which they never will, because I don't plan on writing about anyone making out with anyone else and I don't want to read about those two characters making out with each other in the first place but that isn't quite the point.)
I care a lot about respect and attention, don't I?
Because I am lazy, however, I probably won't post very much to get that attention and respect in the first place.
If I actually do post anything, though, well... at least that's one monologue that'll be recorded for me to look back upon in another six years and wonder what the hell was wrong with me at this age.
(Or maybe not, since I'm not a teenager anymore, but you never know...)