a lot of my old writings. Specifically, diaries and journals, and also some of my other blogs. Spanning from now back until about mid-2006. The most striking part of all of it, is that I often felt all of the things that I had written for the public were terrible, and non-representative of who I am as a person. But the things I wrote for nobody else to read but me, were all right.
It's almost comical for me to realize the disparity between how I felt in highschool (exhibit A: journals), and the image I projected to the public (exhibit B: numerous stupid blogs with supplementary instant messages). I wonder why I bothered, and I wonder if they all saw through it anyway? As they say, Hindsight 20/20 -- that shit was SARAN WRAP.
It's like, 10 pm now. There are kittens fucking with me. Dave and Katie are laughing about something. Someone's cell phone is dying.
We made root beer earlier, and it didn't suck.
Imagine that.
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