Change
I've made a decision to no longer write in this journal because I feel that I have to.
I went through the painful process of reading through and deleting (or doing the next best thing) to all of the entries I've written. In the middle of it my mom called me to ask if I could help her with dinner. At that moment, I was at one of those months where my livejournal entries are pathetic and degrading to my sense of self; naturally I called "I'll be up in a minute! I only have another year of entries to delete!" Or maybe I didn't shout that part. I sincerely hope that nobody will remember any of my livejournal entries from over three months ago with terrible accuracy. I also hope that you will forget this one. I know that you will, unless I have a crazy stalker. If I do have a crazy stalker, I ask that you be a nice crazy stalker and forget those entries, or at least keep them safely stored in the deep, unpenetrable and highly untrustworthy part of your subconscious that makes you stalk me. If you do, I may buy you a cookie.
Now I'm going to start writing in my journal about things that nobody cares about because I feel like I want to. And if any of you have any issues with me writing about things that you don't care about, or if you feel that my journal wastes your time and friends list space, feel free to remove me. There are only two people on my friends list whom I would be heartbroken if they so chose to remove me. Following statistics, you're not one of them. In fact, following statistics, the only reason you're my "friend" is because I like to read a little bit of gossip every day. Oh, yes, I am a horrible person. But wait, I'm sure you're that way too. Honesty is good.
You're probably offended. Don't think of this entry as being a passive-agressive declaration that I hate you. Sure, it's passive agressive, and sure, I may hate you every so often. If I didn't talk to someone I have hated at some point, I would have been born mute. What do you care if I don't like you at one point or another? Emotions are transient things. Hell, I'm not even angry now. I'm just mean (which I like to call "frankness") and tempramental.
Oh, and don't think that this is the signpost for the end of stupid entries about how woeful I am about the pathetic selection in men, or how I am so obsessed with something. I'm going to say stupid things, I don't have doubts about that. Which reminds me: boys suck, and I love something you really don't care about.
And here - right here, I swear - I am going to tell you that I made myself a new journal layout which I thoroughly enjoy. I also meticulously (or not so much) customized said layout to match my icon. My icon which prominently screams that I'm an anime geek so deal with it (alternatively, fuck off and die). I would appreciate if you went and looked at it, and left a comment to tell me how lovely it is so that I can feel good about myself (I'm not joking).
I am as excited about school as I am nervous. On one hand, I've made it through first year doing blissfully well. On the other hand, I'm on the Dean's list and feel an incredible amount of pressure to stay on said list so that I can continue to feel good about myself... without resorting to comments on livejournal. Then again, my schedule looks good, and I've handled all of my finances for the next year. The only thing I lack is that accursed biochemistry textbook, a five subject coil scribbler and a nice new pen.
I'm going places, I've made some changes, and I'm excited. Change, in moderation, is good.
I went through the painful process of reading through and deleting (or doing the next best thing) to all of the entries I've written. In the middle of it my mom called me to ask if I could help her with dinner. At that moment, I was at one of those months where my livejournal entries are pathetic and degrading to my sense of self; naturally I called "I'll be up in a minute! I only have another year of entries to delete!" Or maybe I didn't shout that part. I sincerely hope that nobody will remember any of my livejournal entries from over three months ago with terrible accuracy. I also hope that you will forget this one. I know that you will, unless I have a crazy stalker. If I do have a crazy stalker, I ask that you be a nice crazy stalker and forget those entries, or at least keep them safely stored in the deep, unpenetrable and highly untrustworthy part of your subconscious that makes you stalk me. If you do, I may buy you a cookie.
Now I'm going to start writing in my journal about things that nobody cares about because I feel like I want to. And if any of you have any issues with me writing about things that you don't care about, or if you feel that my journal wastes your time and friends list space, feel free to remove me. There are only two people on my friends list whom I would be heartbroken if they so chose to remove me. Following statistics, you're not one of them. In fact, following statistics, the only reason you're my "friend" is because I like to read a little bit of gossip every day. Oh, yes, I am a horrible person. But wait, I'm sure you're that way too. Honesty is good.
You're probably offended. Don't think of this entry as being a passive-agressive declaration that I hate you. Sure, it's passive agressive, and sure, I may hate you every so often. If I didn't talk to someone I have hated at some point, I would have been born mute. What do you care if I don't like you at one point or another? Emotions are transient things. Hell, I'm not even angry now. I'm just mean (which I like to call "frankness") and tempramental.
Oh, and don't think that this is the signpost for the end of stupid entries about how woeful I am about the pathetic selection in men, or how I am so obsessed with something. I'm going to say stupid things, I don't have doubts about that. Which reminds me: boys suck, and I love something you really don't care about.
And here - right here, I swear - I am going to tell you that I made myself a new journal layout which I thoroughly enjoy. I also meticulously (or not so much) customized said layout to match my icon. My icon which prominently screams that I'm an anime geek so deal with it (alternatively, fuck off and die). I would appreciate if you went and looked at it, and left a comment to tell me how lovely it is so that I can feel good about myself (I'm not joking).
I am as excited about school as I am nervous. On one hand, I've made it through first year doing blissfully well. On the other hand, I'm on the Dean's list and feel an incredible amount of pressure to stay on said list so that I can continue to feel good about myself... without resorting to comments on livejournal. Then again, my schedule looks good, and I've handled all of my finances for the next year. The only thing I lack is that accursed biochemistry textbook, a five subject coil scribbler and a nice new pen.
I'm going places, I've made some changes, and I'm excited. Change, in moderation, is good.