I have been reading my old xanga; it spanned from 2003 to 2004, which would encompass my freshman and sophomore years of highschool.
Reading my journal entries is such a trip for me, because I am exactly the same yet so very, very different.
On the one hand, I was pretty eloquent, even as a moody prepubescent teen girl. There arent grammar or spelling errors or anything.
I used my blog half as an escape to complain about my life and half as a promotional tool to talk about my fanfiction and other nerdy internet hobbies. The latter hasnt changed, ha. I mean, I dont write fanfiction anymore, but I still talk about concerts and CDs and new videos, and internet-nerdom is all relative.
But the biggest difference is how often I just hated life.
And the fact that I actually, literally on Monday, May 26th 2003 started an entry by saying:
"Man, life really blows."
hahaha. That is so dramatically far from the truth and I hate my six-years ago self for being so ignorant.
Also I did the cute thing where I would actually write everything I did that day. I think it took me a few years of blogging to figure out that no one cares.
If I described today as I used to in 2003, it would sound like this:
"Today I woke up at 7:30 and read the four emails waiting in my inbox from Alex, wrote a quick little good morning message back, and then pulled myself out of bed. I listened to Lily Allen while I got ready for school and then decided to forgo a shower so I could have time to make myself oatmeal with bananas. <3 Then Eia decided to drive us to school instead of walking, which was a nice change, and we illegally parked in a load/unload zone before running off to our Art History section, which is annoyingly on the 3rd floor of the -"
I'm sure there ARE people out here who would read this, but just, no.
My life is not THAT interesting.
I'm glad I grew up hahhahaa.
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