I’ve decided to play the part of an paleontologist, pawing through the strata of the internet, unearthing my withered social networking sites, dead blogs, and ramblings that have grown cold.
Monday, 26 September 2005
Has anyone designated being barefoot as wearing your birthday boots?
Wednesday, 28 September 2005
Walking home in the rain ROCKS. All these adults were running around like crazed ants in the rain and the kids were just all happy and "RAIN!!!" I don’t get why there was such a difference. I don't want to turn 20 and be all *shun* towards rain.
Walking home in the rain ROCKS. All these adults were running around like crazed ants in the rain and the kids were just all happy and "RAIN!!!" I don’t get why there was such a difference. I don't want to turn 20 and be all *shun* towards rain.
Tuesday, 04 October 2005
The blank page isn't a taunt, it's an invitation......
Thursday, 27 October 2005
I want to choose my words carefully so I say what I mean and so I'm not misunderstood. Dana broke up with me today. She was really nice about it and I’m glad of that at least. So much of my life was centered around her that it just seems odd to know that so much is different. To be really honest I haven't felt like her boyfriend in a while. With school and everything else I barely got to see her. Still, it hurts. I spent some of the happiest times of my life with her. It was amazing while it lasted and I mourn it. Whatever happens I hope she finds someone more deserving than me and I wish her happiness.
peace love and adios
peace love and adios
Sunday, 04 June 2006
My parents have gone bad....
anyone looking to adopt them...?
Wednesday, 03 January 2007
Evil plan shopping list:
1 ten gallon hat
10 gallons napalm
24 genetically altered cowboys
4 rolls toilet paper
6.5 helicopters outfitted for cold weather use
24 kangaroos
99 billion lightning bolts
notes to self:
wear ten gallon hat to signify ownership of the planet Earth
**edit**
I’m just hyper
please don't haul me away government officials
I see so many things when I look at this fossilized collection of my teenage years. Some come through resoundingly: my devotion for my friends and my love for whatever girlfriend I have at the time. My parents frequently make their way into my writing as both evil overseers and, more rarely, as wise counselors and confidants. These themes aren’t terribly surprising; I remember what drove me and what held me back when I was 15, but I was surprised, incredibly surprised, by the voice. Throughout my high school English classes, I remember being told that my writing lacked voice, that voice was something most writers gained after they’d spent years writing and gotten comfortable with their art. Reading this, I can’t help but laugh. The voice is almost overpowering in these entries. It’s quirky and playful (I mean, there’s an evil plan shopping list for Pete’s sake), but there are also plenty of serious moments, exploring what it means to age, if that playfulness has to be worn away by the passage of time. There are concerns that are with me today. I still wonder if the blank page is a mean spirited taunt or an open ended invitation.
Perhaps these observations aren't completely helpful. Anyone could find the voice in these entries or examine their themes. Shouldn't I have something more insightful to show for exploring my own past? I think that what light I have to shed on these relics can be shared by explaining that I've turned 20 and still don't shun the rain.
Isn't it amazing how different our minds work than when we were young? My favorite part is the evil shopping list. I still remember being in HS and going to the dollar general to buy thirty rolls of toilet paper...I thought I was so sneaky!
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting how so much of your past writing is posted somewhere. Being a little older, it still seems strange to me sometimes how much people release out onto the web. I wonder if having these blogs and social networking sites contributes to writers having a more willing attitude towards sharing their work than maybe what I grew up with?
ReplyDeleteI was thinking the same thing as Erika- about having more of an open relationship with writing as kids grow up with Facebook status and such. What is Xanga? It seems like your writing has always been witty and interesting- I enjoyed reading this!
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