MAGNOFik

Too Lazy to Write on Paper
2002-03-10 17:52:06 (UTC)

Long-winded intro

Well this is my first real entry in this "book", so I hope
you enjoy it more than the test entry. As is traditionally
held, a diary is meant to be private, something you write
to account to yourself the day's events or the week's
etc., Personally though, I find that writing a private
journal is a waste of time, since I like to share (or at
least implicitly give the general undertone of my thoughts)
with/to the world. Of course there are some thoughts that
I just can't share, but in making an online public journal
at least I get to practice my verbal skills (which have
sorely dimished since high school due to my lack of
enthusiasm in my humanities courses)...

Well it's hard for me to believe, but I'm a junior in
college...the past few years evaporated by. Hah i'm writing
this 3/4ths of the way through my junior year...begining or
end, the words have no meaning anyway. Don't know what I
meant by that but it sounded cool. See I have to fill this
thing with filler since my life is too dull to write
anything else. Ok...so yeah, the years evaporated by. I
can rememember my highschool English teacher, Mr. Kileen,
telling me in the begining of my freshman year (in our
first class) that these next four years would go by faster
than I would notice...I guess I probably should have taken
more heed and lived those years a little more on the
edge...unfortunately, my parents bought me a computer and I
didn't know the meaning of physical activity, except from
my good friend, who at the time was kind of a prick and
liked to show off his Superior Martial arts skill. Well
anyway back to college (or forward?) Well, basically i'm
once again living, or rather not living, in the shadow of
those who are enjoying their lives or at least enjoy some
of their days. For me I just seem to hate everyday, but
some less than others. It is the begining of my school's
spring break (and I use the term extremely loosely since I
have 2 takehome midterms a large reading assignment and a
large optics assignemnt due when I get back) It looks like
another year that I enjoy this period of time about as much
as ingesting a hypodermic needle. Last year I went to
Florida with the track "team", and I'll describe to you in
vivid detail, all of the good times I had there, ...., well
that's about it. Pretty wild, eh? And no I'm not
exaggerating. Thank God this year I knew better not to go
on the trip. Besides, I'd much rather sulk in closer
company. Good thing I don't drink to drown my sorrows...
If my predicted BAC were a dollar Value, the national
deficit problem would be solved for the next 30 years.
Well anyway, this could be the largest online journal entry
I write, it is certainly more than most would care to read,
and if you made it this far then you must be more than
interested in me in some way or the other, so either e-mail
me (if you are a chick) or stay the hell away from me if
not :-p ...joking... well anyway the main point of this
discourse was left to the dogs... I'm too tired to write
much else about my thoughts now so I shall conclude:
I'd like to beleive what people say, that life is too short
to cry over spilled milk.... To let yourself be brought
down by people from the past...from people around you...to
stop fighting, admit defeat and make an appeal to sympathy(
and eventually see thatpeople patronizing you doesn't feel
any better in the end)... but as of now I don't think I
am in any mood to think otherwise. Geez, I feel like
yelling "SHUTTHEHELLUP' To everyone who is annoying me at
this second, but I don't think you can alienate yourself
much more than I've done soo here is my quote of the day:

"If someone wrote a book about your life, how many people
would read it?" -A Go Army Commercial Commentator




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