LiveJournal...
So, once upon a long time ago, I was a senior graduating from high school. Everyone was nervous about moving on and being apart, so we all made jokes about how everything was fine - we would stay in touch because we always had LiveJournal. This was back before Facebook blew up (I didn't have one since I was so averse to MySpace-style social networking and besides, I didn't have a college email address yet - remember when those were required?). Even though the "friends forever though the power of LJ" thing was a joke, it also kind of wasn't. I thought of myself in five or ten years, typing away on my LiveJournal and trading comments while reloading my Friends page and it didn't seem so implausible. Unlikely, yes, but not impossible. It was kind of a comforting thought - that something could stand the test of time.
Of course, they can't and didn't. Or they can, but not in this specific case. At some point (or many points) along the way, I did some growing up. Part of this process was being mortified about the massive amounts of posturing and over-sharing that I appeared to be so fond of. I deleted my first LiveJournal. I actually regret that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time (I was probably lame beyond belief, although conveniently enough, there appears to be no evidence...) Eventually, I stopped writing entries. Then, I stopped commenting. After that, I stopped logging in. When I looked at my friends page in a fit of nostalgia a few months ago, it was basically a ghost town, sadly.
So, hello and welcome to the void if you're reading this work chronicling my last two years of high school and, to a lesser extent, my years as an undergrad. Go ahead and skim through this thing, if you want. I know that it gets a little obnoxious, sometimes. Just look at the bright side - you don't have access to my tear-stained protected entries, all full of wonder and emotion ("Life! Love! What does it all mean?!").
Hopefully, this won't be my last entry. Although I don't really know who I'm writing to anymore.
Of course, they can't and didn't. Or they can, but not in this specific case. At some point (or many points) along the way, I did some growing up. Part of this process was being mortified about the massive amounts of posturing and over-sharing that I appeared to be so fond of. I deleted my first LiveJournal. I actually regret that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time (I was probably lame beyond belief, although conveniently enough, there appears to be no evidence...) Eventually, I stopped writing entries. Then, I stopped commenting. After that, I stopped logging in. When I looked at my friends page in a fit of nostalgia a few months ago, it was basically a ghost town, sadly.
So, hello and welcome to the void if you're reading this work chronicling my last two years of high school and, to a lesser extent, my years as an undergrad. Go ahead and skim through this thing, if you want. I know that it gets a little obnoxious, sometimes. Just look at the bright side - you don't have access to my tear-stained protected entries, all full of wonder and emotion ("Life! Love! What does it all mean?!").
Hopefully, this won't be my last entry. Although I don't really know who I'm writing to anymore.