Nostalgia
I miss the days when I would write entries like this one, from 2003:
"@_@ i feel like soy sauce . . . *blinkety blink*
Today was an odd day. Usually I keep myself from acting insane in front of everyone but my close friends (and other weird people who don't notice). But today . . . I was pretty . . . off. Very off. In front of everyone. *blinks* And now I'm sleepy. And I have lots of homework. Gr. I just want to . . . go . . . play SNES or something *blinks*"
Or even better:
"Head hurts homework. Brain can't type. Deadbeat sweet potatoes ran me off the farm. . . . *blink blink* I give up. Eat pie."
There is something to be said for spur of the moment blogging.
(But I guess I have nothing to say because I'm tired and I do have class tomorrow ...)
"@_@ i feel like soy sauce . . . *blinkety blink*
Today was an odd day. Usually I keep myself from acting insane in front of everyone but my close friends (and other weird people who don't notice). But today . . . I was pretty . . . off. Very off. In front of everyone. *blinks* And now I'm sleepy. And I have lots of homework. Gr. I just want to . . . go . . . play SNES or something *blinks*"
Or even better:
"Head hurts homework. Brain can't type. Deadbeat sweet potatoes ran me off the farm. . . . *blink blink* I give up. Eat pie."
There is something to be said for spur of the moment blogging.
(But I guess I have nothing to say because I'm tired and I do have class tomorrow ...)