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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

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    Elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze :: Tuesday, January 06, 2004 ::

    Noticed that Charlotte and Jennifer are taking a week off blogs...don't exactly blame them. It's funny how over winter break, this sort of...backlash started against blogs. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop reading Blogs. I depend on them to give me a laugh, inspiration, or just updates on people I don't see enough. Writing in them is a different story. The entry below? I had no reason to post and I'm not sure why I did. Before this blog was bumped off a few weeks ago, I was heavily addicted. Now...it's over. I don't have any need to ever update this blog again. Maybe I should try that.

    I think another factor is that I can't really say what I want to anymore because so many people read this damn blog. I have to make it as inconspicuous as possible, and even then it doesn't really work and I can't say anything. I've made so many private entries on my LiveJournal in order to say what I want to in writing and not worry about other people reading it. And that's one reason why I haven't felt any need to update. A lot of what I would put on here...I don't want everybody else to see.

    I wondered if maybe the fact that it was Winter Break and not much was happening was stopping me from updating and that once I got back to school and stuff did start to happen, I would get back into that addiction. I think it's been completely opposite, where I've felt compelled to not post even more.

    I have no clue what I'm saying.

    Maybe I should go a week without writing in this blog, too. Honestly, I hate it. I hate what it became, I hate what it's been a catalyst for, I hate that I've unknowingly given away secrets and personal dislikes that have angered people. It's taken up too much of my time and...it's really just a waste.

    So...maybe just more infrequent updates. Only stuff that I really want to say, because, otherwise, this isn't doing anything but distracting me.

    EDITED TO SAY: Oh, but my mom is on the phone with more Clay Aiken people and between finding out she's donated over $8000 dollars to his charity today and hearing my dad say something that I saw coming but never really wanted to acknowledge...I've been the only person she's listened to regarding Clay Aiken, but I've been fairly nice. I may need to be blunt because...because...well...between what my dad said...somebody has to say it.

    :: Nick Tuesday, January 06, 2004 [+] ::
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