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5.8.2001
What you see here is what there is.
I never did daily entries. And I certainly don't now!
So, my lovelies, I used to have an active webjournal. And this was before the days of Live Journals and all that crap. Not that I'm down on LiveJournals -- they've produced such amusing things as the very secret diaries of various Lord of the Rings characters. Just don't go there if you're some sort of religious fundamentalist, or a Tolkien fanatic of the sort who wouldn't appreciate the insinuation that all the characters are homosexual. As my friend Rachel pointed out, Tolkien just didn't write women...
But anyhoo, I used to journal, or jot, rather. Basically, wander mentally, write it down, type it up, and wonder if anyone was reading it. (I still wonder!) Then I went to Finland. And Finland kicked ass. I learned Finnish, and I kept a physical journal, written down on good old-fashioned sheets of flattened wood pulp. Maybe someday when I'm rich and influential and people are wondering about the origins of my thought patterns, that will get published in full or in part. Or posthumously, or something.
Not to be morbid, let me say that I am not planning on the neccessity of any posthumous publications for the next, oh, 60, 70 years. I'm a healthy 19 -- don't smoke anything, exercise regularly (yeah crew! yeah blisters! yeah lactic burn! ...masochistic? why do you ask?) and look both ways before I cross the street.
After Finland I did my last year of American high school, wrote some letters, but no journals. By the by, I consider journalling and letters to be about the same thing. I write them the same way. Journal is just directed to a more general audience. That whole egotistical expectation of having my collected papers published someday, like when I become a respected literary whosit. Yeah, sure....
Then life got really hectic, I came to college (Yeah Wes!) and started Japanese, not to mention had all these other classes. And now this semester I dropped Japanese. I'm sure it's very nice for some people, but these days Russian is just so much a) easier b) interesting and c) the department is lots nicer to me.
I have my own little dream of looking like an anime character, but that's a short term thing. I want to look anime long enough to take some cool pictures, give them to friends, and have them say "Wow! You look like an anime character!" I think I may have to get some major eye surgery first tho, my eyes aren't big enough. But I don't watch anime, and I don't think I'd ever realistically be able to mesh with Japanese society. (This is my rationalization.) That whole Hello Kitty thing.... NO.
And this semester I have three reading heavy classes, and I'm behind already. Two more weeks till midterms. So why am I suddenly inspired to write for my webpage (my extremely neglected webpage) when I have a philosophy paper due tomorrow?
We'll probably never know....
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