the title I wanted was too long and didn't fit
I could have sworn I had something interesting to update with, but by the time I got to the 'post an entry' page I'd forgotten it. Typical. Professor Morgan swears I have a mind like a steel trap, but I think it's more like a sieve.
Looking back over old entries, the way I sometimes do when I'm terribly bored and there's nothing good on TV, I couldn't help but notice what a horribly emo journal this has been over the years. Not that that's really a surprise, I spent a fair number of my LJ-ing years fairly unhappy, but good lord. I'm a little bit disappointed in myself. Apparently I never updated to tell people what a good day I was having, only when things went bad. Or when I was angry, but at least those entries tended toward colorful language and entertainingly hyperbolic threats. I think there's a reason why LJ has a reputation as a site full of whiners, y'know, and cute little teenage me was apparently a big part of that. Whatever, it's in the past.
It's been a really good day. A really good week, actually. Even a really good month.
Looking back over old entries, the way I sometimes do when I'm terribly bored and there's nothing good on TV, I couldn't help but notice what a horribly emo journal this has been over the years. Not that that's really a surprise, I spent a fair number of my LJ-ing years fairly unhappy, but good lord. I'm a little bit disappointed in myself. Apparently I never updated to tell people what a good day I was having, only when things went bad. Or when I was angry, but at least those entries tended toward colorful language and entertainingly hyperbolic threats. I think there's a reason why LJ has a reputation as a site full of whiners, y'know, and cute little teenage me was apparently a big part of that. Whatever, it's in the past.
It's been a really good day. A really good week, actually. Even a really good month.