My first entry
Jul. 31st, 2004 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laleiaWhen I announced my return to reality from a 3-week-long nerd camp on my friend's lj instead of my own, I realized that something was wrong. That is the reason I am composing y first ever lj entry on a pad of paper in front of my T.V. while watching a muted home video of my 6th birthday party.
Now, the first topic I wish to discuss is this. What, exactly, does one write in one's livejournal? I don't need to rant ... I have a mailing list of sympathetic D*J Tonka Rat Jackets for that. I most certainly won't be revealing any deep and inner thoughts .... MeiMei has access to this, and through her, the world. You know, the entire reason I got an lj account was because I had to have one to read Limyaael's fics. And she's no longer posting on her lj. What, am I going to put up drabbles (that are not 100 words long) and snippets I never plan on posting? I think not. Who's going to read them? No one. Which would be nice if I were to post the things no one should lay eyes on, but no ... what if someone read them?
I mean, I can use this to complain, because I have a lot of things to complain about. I can complain about parents who think that the entire world is practicing for the PSATs except me, but then ... oh yeah. The only people who aren't practicing for the PSAT are those who didn't do very well on them. (And I'm generalizing here.) I can educate people about the patriarchy in today's society and the airbrushed and emaciated anorexics that decorate the covers of today's widely-read teen magazines, but who's going to read my lectures? I can complain about menstruation and how I was incapacitated for an entire day by a really, really bad stomachache, but that would be too embarrassing to expound upon. (By the way, it is as this point that I should bring up the fact that once, I was eating lunch with two guys -- and the reason I was eating lunch with them was because I was in France on a school trip and the rule was that you couldn't wander around in groups less than three, and I couldn't find anyone else -- anyways, and one of the guys remarked that 'girls have it easy.' I was tempted to describe to him right then and there how 'easy' he would find it as a girl if he had to go through a week of ... lots of general badness every month, but I was too modest to do so. Either way, I hope no guy out there reading this thinks that 'girls have it easy.' Wait, why would a guy be reading this in the first place ...) I can talk about the time when Timo flipped through my fanny pack (which I carry around instead of a purse), pulled out a pad, and asked rather loudly, "What is this?" before I could stop him. Or I could not. I can complain about life in general, but wait ... I'm sure you all know that life likes to torture you in the way only sadistic and professional torturers know how.
So what was the point of this again?
Oh yes. Why do I need an lj again?
P.S. I decided to be "exanimate" today ... what does "exanimate" mean?
Now, the first topic I wish to discuss is this. What, exactly, does one write in one's livejournal? I don't need to rant ... I have a mailing list of sympathetic D*J Tonka Rat Jackets for that. I most certainly won't be revealing any deep and inner thoughts .... MeiMei has access to this, and through her, the world. You know, the entire reason I got an lj account was because I had to have one to read Limyaael's fics. And she's no longer posting on her lj. What, am I going to put up drabbles (that are not 100 words long) and snippets I never plan on posting? I think not. Who's going to read them? No one. Which would be nice if I were to post the things no one should lay eyes on, but no ... what if someone read them?
I mean, I can use this to complain, because I have a lot of things to complain about. I can complain about parents who think that the entire world is practicing for the PSATs except me, but then ... oh yeah. The only people who aren't practicing for the PSAT are those who didn't do very well on them. (And I'm generalizing here.) I can educate people about the patriarchy in today's society and the airbrushed and emaciated anorexics that decorate the covers of today's widely-read teen magazines, but who's going to read my lectures? I can complain about menstruation and how I was incapacitated for an entire day by a really, really bad stomachache, but that would be too embarrassing to expound upon. (By the way, it is as this point that I should bring up the fact that once, I was eating lunch with two guys -- and the reason I was eating lunch with them was because I was in France on a school trip and the rule was that you couldn't wander around in groups less than three, and I couldn't find anyone else -- anyways, and one of the guys remarked that 'girls have it easy.' I was tempted to describe to him right then and there how 'easy' he would find it as a girl if he had to go through a week of ... lots of general badness every month, but I was too modest to do so. Either way, I hope no guy out there reading this thinks that 'girls have it easy.' Wait, why would a guy be reading this in the first place ...) I can talk about the time when Timo flipped through my fanny pack (which I carry around instead of a purse), pulled out a pad, and asked rather loudly, "What is this?" before I could stop him. Or I could not. I can complain about life in general, but wait ... I'm sure you all know that life likes to torture you in the way only sadistic and professional torturers know how.
So what was the point of this again?
Oh yes. Why do I need an lj again?
P.S. I decided to be "exanimate" today ... what does "exanimate" mean?
