Tuesday, 18 November 2008
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I've decided to try going along with a twice weekly update. Of course, this makes me laugh hysterically, as I'm known for being terribly unreliable when it comes to updating things like this, in long term views. Although things do come up, which is forgivable, but after these things have passed I, unforgivably, forget about them.
Twice weekly should hopefully be possible for me, even if it's something like "I AM AN EVIL MONSTER I WISH TO HAVE MARSHMALLOW MINIONS WITH SMILEY BLUE FACES THEY WILL BE AWESOMELY EVIL"
Which is similar to a status I used on Facebook. So if I can update a Facebook status, I can update a blog. Sort of. Possibly. Well, yes, since Facebook is something I do when I'm procrastinating on schoolwork, and right now I'm procrastinating on schoolwork. Thus, homework equals being on Facebook, Facebook is the equivalence of a short blog on Xanga, homework = Xanga. Transitive property. I'm studying and procrastinating at the same time [despite the fact I haven't needed transitive property since doing proofs in geometry. Oh, proofs.... die in a chemical fire.]
Usually, I'd feel bad about "polluting the intartubz" with my "teenager faux-existentialist whining akin to that of a MySpace bulletin" [why am I using quotation marks? SYMBOLISM? IRONY? DESIRE? Only you can decide.] In this case, though, I know that perhaps only one person is reading [I was surprised to see that my last entry got twelve views, but maybe that was me going back to it in a fit of OCDness because I thought that there might have been a spelling error or that I didn't clarify something]
[I like this font and using brackets, in case you couldn't tell]
FOCUSING! Anyway. With perhaps only one person reading, and this being the internet after all, I don't care about being "deep" and "meaningful" and "sensical." I'm writing for myself, on my own terms, in my own time. However, the fact that I'm taking time at all to record my thoughts in a public forum indicates both hubris and a need to be evaluated for self-worth; contradicting desires. [Hubris: something the Greeks freaking LOVED. Excessive pride. Which always resulted in a whoamongous fall of losing everything. See: Oedipus, Creon, Narcissus, every tragic Greek character ever. Since, to be technically considered a tragic hero in those times, the downfall was almost always hubris. /// And the need for evaluation? Of course it's a cry for evaluation. Taking the risk of posting your personal feelings somewhere EVERYONE has access to means that, at least subconciously, you realize people will be reading this and, while not always commenting, make judgements.]
So, while I'm writing for myself, I do realise that other people have the opportunity to peruse my musings. And I don't care. There are plenty of interesting blogs on this site; if someone doesn't want to read about how I'm dying in an Advanced Placement class of my choosing [also known as suicide] they can hit the back button. Or click out of the browser altogether. OR leave a comment about how much they hate how shallow my commentary/rambling is. Know why?
Because it's their choice! Choice is a beautiful thing! Just like I'm choosing to ignore my synthesis essay, and am choosing to suffer the repercussions I most certainly will face later!
I bet you didn't expect this ending, considering my beginning.
I do love to meander down my different roads. Blah blah compulsory Robert Frost quote here, two different roads leading to scratched shins and lice or whatever.
END COMPULSORY BLOG ABOUT FREEDOM OF CHOICE / WHINING ABOUT "DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ" / WHINING ABOUT CLASSES / BEING A UNIQUE AND INDIVIDUAL SNOWFLAKE
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