Phase II
Phase II of myspace deletion commences. I was all set to delete the bugger, but at the last minute I was startled by the warning: 'deleting your account will remove all personal info, pictures, profile, blogs, etc.'
I am a packrat by nature. I still occasionally find old things, and I can't even remember what sentimental value they hold. Old midnight movie tickets from Brockport? Sure they were fun times, and after finding a particular stub, I may remember watching Saw1 (or2?) and then having to ride my bike home in terror at 2am convinced someone was waiting in my apartment to torture me. But do I really need to keep that piece of paper? Every once in a while I just shut off my brain, ignore my hoarding tendencies, and throw out the less important bits of nostagia that have accumulated.
Journals, however, (online or handwritten) are one thing that I cannot relinquish. Stronger than the memory elicited from any physical object, when I read entries from years ago, I am instantly transported back to the mind of Christine at that moment. Since I have a hard time remembering what I even ate for breakfast this morning, these journals are reminders of who I was, my friends, fun times, bad times, family, my state of mind ...everything.
So I think I am not quite ready to get rid of myspace until I transfer my blogs to LJ. I suppose I'll try to integrate them into the actual dates when they were written, so they make sense when I reminisce.
Here a just a few entries. The first because I have been missing Brockport lately.
Things that have bothered me as of late:
Tuttle North Athletic complex construction. It's been over a month since you ripped out all the toilets/sinks/drinking fountains in this building. Are you planning on reinstalling them anytime soon? I don't know about other people, but generally I get thirsty when I work out. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I could bring my own water, but that's not the point. Plus, heaven forbid anyone ever have to actually use the bathroom. I'm surprised roid rage man at the gym hasn't torn someone's head off yet for lack of said facilities. oooof.
Brockportians. Whoever decided to disperse our porch chairs and whatnot around the neighborhood last night, should be banished to 'the island' along with republicans and ex boyfriend/girlfriends.
My room. Somehow in the course of two weeks, I've managed to completely bury my room. I can't see the floor. seriously. Clu has to hop over a laundry basket to even enter the room. There's no hope for it.
I'm too tired to even continue.
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And then another just because I feel this may be a neverending, constant, reoccurring theme in my life.
we think we know what we are doing. We have always thought so. We never seem to acknowledge that we have been wrong in the past, and so might be wrong in the future. Instead, each generation writes off earlier errors as the result of bad thinking by less able minds--and then confidently embarks on fresh errors or its own.
We are one of only three species on our planet that can claim to be self-aware, yet self-delusion may be a more significant characteristic of our kind.
- michael crichton, prey
i know this quote references mankind; however, I feel that it fits just as well with an individual. The Christine of 25 may appear confident in making decisions that she thinks are right. But how much have I really learned from the mistakes I made when I was younger?
I am a packrat by nature. I still occasionally find old things, and I can't even remember what sentimental value they hold. Old midnight movie tickets from Brockport? Sure they were fun times, and after finding a particular stub, I may remember watching Saw1 (or2?) and then having to ride my bike home in terror at 2am convinced someone was waiting in my apartment to torture me. But do I really need to keep that piece of paper? Every once in a while I just shut off my brain, ignore my hoarding tendencies, and throw out the less important bits of nostagia that have accumulated.
Journals, however, (online or handwritten) are one thing that I cannot relinquish. Stronger than the memory elicited from any physical object, when I read entries from years ago, I am instantly transported back to the mind of Christine at that moment. Since I have a hard time remembering what I even ate for breakfast this morning, these journals are reminders of who I was, my friends, fun times, bad times, family, my state of mind ...everything.
So I think I am not quite ready to get rid of myspace until I transfer my blogs to LJ. I suppose I'll try to integrate them into the actual dates when they were written, so they make sense when I reminisce.
Here a just a few entries. The first because I have been missing Brockport lately.
Things that have bothered me as of late:
Tuttle North Athletic complex construction. It's been over a month since you ripped out all the toilets/sinks/drinking fountains in this building. Are you planning on reinstalling them anytime soon? I don't know about other people, but generally I get thirsty when I work out. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I could bring my own water, but that's not the point. Plus, heaven forbid anyone ever have to actually use the bathroom. I'm surprised roid rage man at the gym hasn't torn someone's head off yet for lack of said facilities. oooof.
Brockportians. Whoever decided to disperse our porch chairs and whatnot around the neighborhood last night, should be banished to 'the island' along with republicans and ex boyfriend/girlfriends.
My room. Somehow in the course of two weeks, I've managed to completely bury my room. I can't see the floor. seriously. Clu has to hop over a laundry basket to even enter the room. There's no hope for it.
I'm too tired to even continue.
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And then another just because I feel this may be a neverending, constant, reoccurring theme in my life.
we think we know what we are doing. We have always thought so. We never seem to acknowledge that we have been wrong in the past, and so might be wrong in the future. Instead, each generation writes off earlier errors as the result of bad thinking by less able minds--and then confidently embarks on fresh errors or its own.
We are one of only three species on our planet that can claim to be self-aware, yet self-delusion may be a more significant characteristic of our kind.
- michael crichton, prey
i know this quote references mankind; however, I feel that it fits just as well with an individual. The Christine of 25 may appear confident in making decisions that she thinks are right. But how much have I really learned from the mistakes I made when I was younger?