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Name: Anna Country: United States State: California Birthday: 3/7/1987 Gender: Female
Interests: Too many to name right now. A few are writing, reading, poker (No Limit Hold 'Em), watching TV, watching other people play ITG, blogging, AIM, LiveJournal, Xanga, music (singing, writing, listening to), and most of all hangin wit mah homies! *LoL* Expertise: Listening to people/giving advice... and being funny. Occupation: Awesomest Person Ever
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Member Since:
6/26/2003
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| K wtf is this gay "stars" banner thing below everyone's posts now? Yawn. I should reread my whole Xanga the next time I'm bored. | | |
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| So I haven't done this in a while...I stopped blogging. Like... everywhere. It's very weird. I stopped doing a lot of things I used to do. This realization came about because of a bunch of annoying red x's.
A few weeks ago Cindy went on a myspace cleaning rampage where she went thru all her comments to delete all those stupid little placeholder comments and when she told me how many she was getting rid of (and I had nothing better to do) I decided it was as good a time as any to tidy mine up as well. Later on she asked me how I've had a myspace longer than she did and had more firends than her, but she had almost twice as many comments. Then I realized that it was because I hadn't been commenting people either initially or as a reply for months. It took a few moments for it to sink in, but it was true: I was no longer a MySpace Whore.
While most people might throw a party in celebration of their newfound virtual sobriety, I was dearly saddened by this. I like being a MySpace Whore. Commenting people is fun. Posting bulletins is fun. Getting comments is awesome. Especially when you don't ask for them. Sure, it's an odd hobby to enjoy so much, but I like it. It makes me happy. And it surely accounts for all this time I have nowadays.
When I started working I stopped doing all the things I used to do to stay busy and I really missed them. But now that I quit working (that may be news to a lot of you) I have all this time again and I forgot about all the things I used to enjoy doing. It's amazing how important things seem when you think you need them. I think that's the moral. Yeah... I like that.
So anyways, I stopped blogging. It actually feels awkward doing it again, but it's familiar and eerily comfortable. I need that now. I need things that remind me of who I am and why. It kind of makes me feel like I never really came home from Italy. I was nowhere near ready to, and it makes sense that I stayed. Everything that happened since my vacation was technically over never really happened. I mean, of course it did, but you know how things have that ability to not feel real? Like they don't really affect you? Well, that's what I've been feeling, I think. Like I've been on an extended vacation. I even forgot what work was. I was gone for three weeks and I completely forgot what work was. I knew how to do my job... but I think I did less than I was before. I couldn't get excited about it anymore. I wasn't really there.
I know now that even if I don't want to, it's time to come back to reality. And I do want to. I am ready. I've been feeling it the past few weeks and it's time.
I think the difficult thing about coming back to my reality is that I don't find it very palatable. So the challenge for me is to make my reality something I can like. It starts with cleaning my room. Then with getting out more. I need more trips to Barnes and Noble. And dude... I need a job. And school. I am starved for knowledge. I have to plug back into the system before I go insane.
These are the things I really need. The one's that are truly important. Not the ones that seem that way because I want them to. It's time for a change.
In the meantime... I'm going to pick up the lost art of MySpace Whoring. I really miss it. =) | | |
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