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On a happier note, the 2+ week holiday departure is only 2 weeks and a day from now, which means it’s time for list-making! I have some friends that are extremely good at listing, and I may just have to use some of their mad listing 5k1llz to get through this.
Every time that I come to write on this, it feels like more and more of a chore. There are so many things to share, but I know none of them would really be a good idea to write on such a public forum, and I’m rethinking me decision to have an unveiled website. I was halfway thinking about starting an anonymous blog out there somewhere, but what would be the point? To be able to talk about crap that no one cares about anyhow? I think the poor writing and the sniveling demeanor would bore anyone to tears, including myself.
Then again, when I think back on what I do day after day, it all seems very trivial and boring. I actually do have fun just living life, but for some reason, it just seems far less exciting than anyone else’s life. I don’t really know why this is – I suppose that perhaps it’s normal for anyone and everyone to feel this way.
Just typing this is depressing me, so I’m going to stop now.
What exactly is an exciting life? And why in god's name is your life so much less exciting than all of these other exciting lives? I would like to know. pfft.
Posted by: fern has a question at August 11, 2004 9:39 PM