Guildenstern: Our names shouted in a certain dawn...a message...a summons...There must have been a moment where we could have said no. But somehow we missed it. Rosen-? Guil-? Well, we'll know better next time. Now you see me, now you-
-Tom Stoppard, R&G Are Dead
:: "How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r requested, each wish resign'd" -Alexander Pope
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Well...Blogger is up and running. It was down earlier today and I couldn't update...and I needed to update with something...now what was it?
Hmm...nevermind.
Look, to address somebody who left a comment on my blog: One thing you have to understand about Blog is that, above all, they are interactive diaries. People write in these things what they would write in a journal. The difference is Blogs are public. I choose to make whatever I feel public. I understand it might be annoying, hell, I found all of my posts about how depressed I was to be really annoying too. But sometimes you're just so down...well...for me, writing is my life. It's the only way to express anything, and when I've been depressed, I've sat down and wrote out what I was going through as a possible mean of help. And, typically, it helped. People use blogs to get across a point. If you read every single post I have ever made, the depression posts are heavily outweighed by the posts that extol my life on a whole. I've actually censored myself beyond the normal limit. There's stuff I would love to say on here that I can't make myself do because I don't want...it's not pity, but I don't want the people (Or person) who it'd be about to know (No, I don't hate any of you who read this...but I am extraordinarily jealous of one of you)
I'm glad you read my blog. Please, keep reading it, but I'm not stopping the depression posts. If I feel like crap, and I want to type it out, it will be typed out. All you have to do is skip it. It's that easy.
Jesse, all the Radiohead songs I compiled equaled two hours of music. Two hours of Radiohead is pure heaven, frankly, but, alas, only eighty minutes will fit onto one CD.
Current Mood: Whimsical
Current Music: Radiohead - Everything In Its Right Place
:: Nick Sunday, December 07, 2003 [+] ::