Tuesday. 3.20.07 11:20 pm
Sometimes I feel it isn’t enough to just have a blog; To write in, to be myself in. At times I feel like I have to get naked deface my blog to get people to read my every-other-day and then some ramblings. I mean really, what makes a blog worth reading? Or is it just what’s on the surface that counts? I mean I know the internet has more porn than the old man on family guy has the hots for Chris, but come on now.
It never really bothered me before. In fact, it never bothered me before at all. But I guess that’s what I get for blog-jumping like no other. From my days on blogger to my short-lived stints on blurty, livejournal and xanga, to this day I only manage my nuTang and this most recent reiteration of my personal life story through words, wordpress. Many of the reasons I kept changing journals and not keeping consistent with the majority of them is because of the history behind each one. Blogger was my first journal all throughout high school, then I cut ties with that journal the day I decided to move on from a failed relationship. The same can be said for xanga, except that was because of failed friendships. I debated on whether or not to delete my xanga, but after realizing that there’s no reason for living in the past anymore, I killed the thing and moved on.
Besides the obvious, I do also have a soundclick, which I use to upload some acapella recordings that I feel are worth putting up, a myspace music profile for the same reason as my soundclick, and a facebook, because I want to utilize my UCSD email address. I don’t update my blog(s) regularly because sometimes I just don’t feel like it. Not that there wasn’t anything worth writing about on a particular day, but I just don’t find it crucial to update all the time.
With that said, I’m going to work out now and detoxify my otherwise negatively polluted mind.
Zoom.
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