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I wonder how many people actually bother to read this.
For a moment, I cared... I figured, if no one even reads it anymore, why bother writing in it?
Then I realized that LJ is more for me... The writer... Than it is for the reader.
Just like those stupid surveys on myspace.
People care more about what their own answers are than the answers of the person before them.
So, everyone spends entirely too long filling out these surveys, thinking of witty, comical answers... clever answers... When really, the whole time, no one cares.
I don't know.
I'm going to see Harry Potter tomorrow. Um. Yes. Excited.
My ears are cold. I'm always cold lately.
I forgot how cold, cold can be.
In Florida, during the winter, I thought it was moderately cold.
Hah.
I forgot.
So, I lied about you getting to see my pretty shirt tomorrow. BC I won't be wearing it.
Megan said "you have to wear it when you're in a good mood."
So I'm waiting for her good mood.
Hm. It's all good.
Now I have to find something else to wear tomorrow.
Saturday I think I'm going to stay home and catch up on some things... I'm pretty far behind in stats hmwk and I have a paper due on Monday that I haven't even begun yet. I have recently decided that I'm not a big fan of Hamlet.
Hamlet = essays.
Essays = stress.
Stress = not cool.
Louie doesn't want me to go to Zero. I don't even have money for it, so if I wanted to go, I couldn't. I want to try to balance the "give and take" in our relationship. I, by nature, take more than I give. I need to work on that.
My eye itches.
I don't know.
I should go to bed.
Or go do homework.
Go do something other than this...
Love.
P.S. I'm mad at Mr. Louis Joseph Gonzalez. "I'll call you back." Um, yea, that was an hour and a half ago. But don't get me started.
For a moment, I cared... I figured, if no one even reads it anymore, why bother writing in it?
Then I realized that LJ is more for me... The writer... Than it is for the reader.
Just like those stupid surveys on myspace.
People care more about what their own answers are than the answers of the person before them.
So, everyone spends entirely too long filling out these surveys, thinking of witty, comical answers... clever answers... When really, the whole time, no one cares.
I don't know.
I'm going to see Harry Potter tomorrow. Um. Yes. Excited.
My ears are cold. I'm always cold lately.
I forgot how cold, cold can be.
In Florida, during the winter, I thought it was moderately cold.
Hah.
I forgot.
So, I lied about you getting to see my pretty shirt tomorrow. BC I won't be wearing it.
Megan said "you have to wear it when you're in a good mood."
So I'm waiting for her good mood.
Hm. It's all good.
Now I have to find something else to wear tomorrow.
Saturday I think I'm going to stay home and catch up on some things... I'm pretty far behind in stats hmwk and I have a paper due on Monday that I haven't even begun yet. I have recently decided that I'm not a big fan of Hamlet.
Hamlet = essays.
Essays = stress.
Stress = not cool.
Louie doesn't want me to go to Zero. I don't even have money for it, so if I wanted to go, I couldn't. I want to try to balance the "give and take" in our relationship. I, by nature, take more than I give. I need to work on that.
My eye itches.
I don't know.
I should go to bed.
Or go do homework.
Go do something other than this...
Love.
P.S. I'm mad at Mr. Louis Joseph Gonzalez. "I'll call you back." Um, yea, that was an hour and a half ago. But don't get me started.