visplio

and i'll be alone, dancing...
2003-10-05 18:02:43 (UTC)

visplio 11:32

I'm listening to: New Order, "True Faith." It seems so
appropriate right now with everything that's going on, but
then again I have a craving to do an about face and switch
to The White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army," along with
Filter's "Hey Man Nice Shot." Although it seems to me that
everybody always lists about 3000 of their "very favorite"
bands, but I always think that they're just using the
bands to project a certain image of themselves. Just
because you liked one song does not mean you like the
band, nimrods! I'm going to try and shy away from doing
that very same thing, so maybe I'll just start off each
entry with a "what's I'm listening to" and "what I'm
reading" kind of thing. If I knew more HTML, I could put
all that in a little box on the side, but I don't know
more HTML because I AM AN IMBECILE, so I can't! ARG! I
really need to read that book, along with the Photoshop
book that my brother lent me. Digression. Gotta love it.

I'm thinking about: how surprising people are, and how
much I dig my acceptance letter for AIU. I've been
accepted to American InterContinental University in Los
Angeles. I'm sort of panicking because classes start in
February and that pretty much means I'm out of here in
five months, and I've never lived on my own before. At the
same time, I'm really really excited. It has been my dream
to live in Los Angeles and study costume design. Now I'm
finally going to be able to do it. Well, now I can finally
get my Mac.

I'm drinking: a cherry Capri-Sun. I'm munching on chips. I
have no idea how these next five months are going to go.
This is easily enough time for me to go insane.And if I
don't go mad, I fully intend to drive my friends and
family insane with my insecurities. ~sweet smile~ Okay, so
I can't get past that acceptance letter, and I'm now I'm
listening to Tool - yeah, I know it's not any of the bands
I mentioned earlier - and now I find I really don't have a
whole lot to say. Big surprise. Or maybe I'm just holding
back. Sometimes I do that because I know other people read
my journal (or at least I think I know), and I don't want
to be inadvertently talking smack about them when I'm just
really spilling my mind. But you know what? I figured I
have five months left in San Diego, and I might as well
make the most of it. I've been keeping a journal for a few
years now, but it's so much easier to type than it is to
write longhand, and I'm so full of thoughts and they come
so fast that typing is so much more convenient. What's
REALLY pathetic is that I'll probably end up printing all
my online entries out and pasting them in my IRL journal,
because. . .I think I exhibit obsessive-compulsive
behaviors. This is my journal. I will always be completely
honest to myself, and my feelings here. Though I will
always tell the truth as I know it, that doesn't mean that
I won't exclude bits of truth, and I always have a good
reason for doing so. (Sometimes, "Because it's my
journal." is reason enough.)

I am watching myself grow up here. I'm keeping these
records for me.

These are going to be the ramblings of a boy-crazy,
heartbroken, fun-loving, introspective, egomaniacal woman.
If you don't want to read about crushes, lost love, silly
fun, and repeated self-reflection, you are in the wrong
place.

I'm getting tired. I have lots to do tomorrow. Stopping by
the two car insurance places (AAA and Progressive for the
curious), and getting a cell phone (I'm going with T-
Mobile). Plus I have to call Jen, since I haven't seen in
her in almost three months because she left her fiance' to
go live with this guy in a band in Michigan that she met
online (I'm not passing judgemnt here, just stating
facts).

And that's it, folks. At least for now. I'm exhausted, and
so are you, probably, if you actually finished reading all
this drivel.

It was fun writing it, though.




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