a page of history

Urgh, today was kinda awful. Last night I stayed up till 4 am because of my stupid comp sci project. Why is it that I can do the hardest things, and with the easiest things I’m like wtf? I also got my chemistry midterm back and it’s not as good as I expected it to be. oh well, shit happens, and all I need to do is change my studying habits.

But enough of this crappy day! I feel like I should write about my history with blogging. Since it’s lame, but interesting. that kind of feeling wtf

So, once upon a time there was this young girl with big dreams of becoming a writer. It wasn’t because it’s a most romantic job, but because she didn’t feel like she should actually work for a living. staying at home, writing whatever your imagination spits out sounded so tempting to the young girl. she even had a prototype! it was promising. she was full of promise. So, in order to polish her writing skills, she thought to herself, why don’t I keep a journal of my everyday life and thoughts, and maybe I will get more ideas to turn into stories! Mind you, this was back in 2003. the word blogging wasn’t as hip and cool as it’s now. anyway, moving on. What did the young girl do, you might ask? she went online, and she made an account on LJ, since that was the first thing that popped on google when she searched journal. it was cool. she started keeping a journal. until the next day. wtf happened? all was well, perfect, one might say! did she forget her password? nope. did she forget her username? wtf no. did she forget to turn on her brain? yes, that’s exactly what happened. The young girl completely forgot about the blog, oh pardon me, journal, since it wasn’t something she felt like doing. she didn’t have any blogging friends, so no one would read her entries. It was a sad day for the world.

a year after that unfortunate experience, the young girl came across XANGA and she thought the name was so cool that she joined. and started posting some. she did post more than one entry this time. it was like a love-hate relationship. she posted like, every 3 months or so. then she forgot her username AND password, and it stopped being funny. 

the young girl soon decided to return to LJ, her first love, and create a new account. this happened when she was in her angry teenage years. she was mad at the world for everything. she wanted peace and understanding! she was hardcore! she hated pop music! she hated britney spears! and she loved cool  numetal bands like Linkin Park and other stuff like Staind and Limp Bizkit! she was the real thing. but her angry entries didn’t reach to anyone, so, again, she hit the x on the top right and went back to her solitaire. 

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I’ve always wondered how come solitaire is soooo relaxing. must be the brain telling you ‘nu-oh I can focus only on one thing at a time, gtfo if you wanna be mad AND play’ this kind of feeling….

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it was all good in young girl’s world until her friend mentioned blogspot. blogspot is the most malicious place ever. it eats you alive. the bad way. you get addicted and then all your blood gets sucked out and you’re like a tech zombie screaming for entries entries instead of brains brains. it’s ugly. don’t go there alone. make sure you have someone trustworthy to pull you out of this genjutsu. if you’ve read/watched naruto, you’d understand wtf

moving on, I heard wordpress was all the rage, like for realz this time. everybody had one. so this meant that young girl here, yours trully wanted one. I like how I switch between persons in my own narration. it kinda gives away my writing skills, ne? wtf so I was indecisive because I wanted to customize my own blog and everything, but I don’t really have a host so it’s kinda hard, so FREE is the way to do here! nothing more nothing less.

so there you have it. I’m sure you’re wtfing me right now, but I assure you it sounds awesome when you’re high. yes, yes it does.

I still have an hours before my meeting and I’m really really sleepy. and today I am going to make some prints!!!!! I can’t wait! it’s gonna be fab wtf. 

where’s fall break wtf