Lousy Internet Connection
That's right. I'm grateful for the internet. Everywhere except at this house. I hope you burn in hell you slow computer. Burn. in. Hell.
So. I survived two semesters. Yep. Still clueless, only now I have scars to prove that I made it through. If anything, I think I'm that much closer to being a rockstar.
Sister is probably gonna kill me because I allowed the path to her public, yet exclusive, life according to a journal that is not dead, slip. Whoops. Oh well. Don't open your trenchcoat, eh?
I was surfing the, uh, livejournal community...which is basically divisible into three groups. You have your emos who write "poetic" entires, life, life, life...typical "current music?" Coheed and Cambria and other emo bands.
Then you have your NFTY kids. The NFTYites tend to include a lot of "ell-oh-ells" and "ell-em-a-ohs" because they're...just...so...cute. They write entries directed at one another (unlike the emos who write nameless entries to the people who've ruined their lives, broken their hearts, pissed them off). For the NFTYites, current music varies between Dave Matthews Band, Guster, Jack Johnson, NFTY Regional Soundtracks, Radio Pop hits, I don't know what it is about Jewish Kids en masse, but their tastes in music...well...
And then you have the Non-Descript-You can call me Emo if you Want-Like You Know Whatever Kids. I think I'm one of those. Sometimes I write entries, sometimes I don't. And belive me, it's a big step to admit that I have a live journal. Which is not to say that I'm unappreciative of someone's extensive knowledge of html, enough so that they can furnish a website that is pleasing to the NFTYites and emo kids. I am. Thumbs up and pats on the back all the way dude.
I'm just a little jealous that as long as it takes my dial-up modem to connect to the World Wide Web, another emo kid has already scripted another site in order to allow thousands of other teeny-boppers to choose a hot pink template and announce to the world, in an annoying font no less, how their love lives are going.
That sucks too.
So. I survived two semesters. Yep. Still clueless, only now I have scars to prove that I made it through. If anything, I think I'm that much closer to being a rockstar.
Sister is probably gonna kill me because I allowed the path to her public, yet exclusive, life according to a journal that is not dead, slip. Whoops. Oh well. Don't open your trenchcoat, eh?
I was surfing the, uh, livejournal community...which is basically divisible into three groups. You have your emos who write "poetic" entires, life, life, life...typical "current music?" Coheed and Cambria and other emo bands.
Then you have your NFTY kids. The NFTYites tend to include a lot of "ell-oh-ells" and "ell-em-a-ohs" because they're...just...so...cute. They write entries directed at one another (unlike the emos who write nameless entries to the people who've ruined their lives, broken their hearts, pissed them off). For the NFTYites, current music varies between Dave Matthews Band, Guster, Jack Johnson, NFTY Regional Soundtracks, Radio Pop hits, I don't know what it is about Jewish Kids en masse, but their tastes in music...well...
And then you have the Non-Descript-You can call me Emo if you Want-Like You Know Whatever Kids. I think I'm one of those. Sometimes I write entries, sometimes I don't. And belive me, it's a big step to admit that I have a live journal. Which is not to say that I'm unappreciative of someone's extensive knowledge of html, enough so that they can furnish a website that is pleasing to the NFTYites and emo kids. I am. Thumbs up and pats on the back all the way dude.
I'm just a little jealous that as long as it takes my dial-up modem to connect to the World Wide Web, another emo kid has already scripted another site in order to allow thousands of other teeny-boppers to choose a hot pink template and announce to the world, in an annoying font no less, how their love lives are going.
That sucks too.
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